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.

couldn’t help hammering as if it would jump out

skillfully just because she used to get injured, and he learned it

take along the band-aid with him wherever he went,

realized that Ernest had done a

wondered why he

to be quite obvious, and Florence

was burned by something. Unwilling to think deeply, she suddenly pulled her hand out

her lips

was in

and trotted

all. She trotted all the way to the suite where she and Ernest stayed

room, she

along with Ernest in this room flashed through her mind. Thinking of those

treated her truly

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

was not the

that there would be a

Last night, she had made up her mind that she must distance herself from Ernest in the future. As for other things, they were all out of the

N, she would call off the engagement with him. Then they would draw

months would only be a dream

suite, she pulled out her suitcase and started to

only

pulled her luggage and walked toward

“Click.”

opened from

cast a deep glance at Florence. When his gaze fell on her luggage,

asked in

Florence answered, pretending to be calm. She still grabbed the handle of her luggage tightly, her

quite fast when packing, but unexpectedly, she

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

the luggage

attitude

strode over and stood

“Don’t go.”

he tried to grab her, but Florence immediately took several steps back like

him, her eyes were full

had drawn several steps away from him, he felt the helplessness

was like a sting that

in front of her, Florence found that his handsome face paled a bit. He was staring at her with a complicated expression that was like