My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

All the meeting attendees were gaping at them as if their jaws would drop to the ground.

They had heard that Ernest seemed to spoil Florence a lot, but they had never expected that their CEO would dote his fiancée this much.

Not so many men in this world would clean their girlfriends’ wounds by mouth without caring about anything.

However, Ernest, the superior one, could do it so naturally without any hesitation.

It seemed that nothing compared with Florence to him.

Ernest didn’t let go of Florence’s hand until a while later. Her finger was clean.

There were a few blood stains on his good-looking thin lips, like the flower blossom, which made his thin lips so seductive.

Ernest didn’t care about the bloodstain on his lips at all, and all he could see was the wound on Florence’s finger.

Frowning, he quickly pulled out a delicate small box from the pocket of his suit jacket, in which there were a few pieces of the band-aid.

He tore one of them open and pasted it on Florence’s wound skillfully.

The onlookers were all shocked, wondering why Mr. Hawkins had the band-aid in his pocket.

Usually, people wouldn’t take along such things, would they?

Florence was also puzzled, looking at Ernest in confusion.

Ernest didn’t look like a person who would take along the band-aid with him. She wondered...

Florence’s heart was tightened. She blurted out, “Did you get injured?”

Ernest’s action paused a bit, a touch of tenderness flashed through his eyes.

He looked up at Florence, “Are you caring about me?”

“I... It’s just a question,” answered Florence uneasily, looking away to avoid eye contact with him in a panic.

Ernest pressed his thin lips and carefully pasted the band-aid on her finger.

Then he answered calmly, “You’re always careless and could get injured easily.”

Florence was taken aback.

What he meant was that he took along the band-aid with him because of her.

looked at his skillful action, and her heart couldn’t help hammering as if it

because she used to get injured, and he learned it for taking

he also had the habit to take along the band-aid with him wherever

had done a lot of things to her

wondered why he

to be quite obvious,

burned by something. Unwilling to

at him, and her

was in a

her teeth, she turned around and trotted out

dared not to stop at all. She trotted all the way to

the familiar room, she felt flustered

her mind. Thinking of those intimate and ambiguous scenes, she realized that they were

treated her truly

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

not

be a

she had made up her mind that she must distance herself from Ernest in the future. As for other things, they

with him. Then they would

happened in the past few months

calmed herself down. Looking around the suite, she pulled out her suitcase and started to

didn’t bring any suitcase when coming here, so she only had limited things to

pulled her luggage and walked toward

“Click.”

from the outside. Ernest walked

deep glance at Florence. When his gaze fell on

over to her, he asked in a sinking

still grabbed the handle

quite fast when packing, but unexpectedly, she still encountered

moved aside and distanced herself from him, her eyes full of alerts. “Mr. Hawkins, I have to go to

luggage and bypassed

determined attitude

face, Ernest strode over and stood in front

“Don’t go.”

grab her, but Florence immediately took several steps back like

her eyes were full

who had drawn several

determined resistance was like a sting

was staring at her with a complicated expression that was like a vortex, which could draw her in as