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

with the wound so skillfully just because she used to get injured, and

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

Ernest had done a lot of things to her and indeed cared

why he treated

obvious, and Florence could

it, Florence felt her heart was burned by something.

her lips

mind was in

around and trotted out of the meeting

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

at the familiar room,

scenes that she got along with Ernest in this room flashed through her mind. Thinking

her

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

was not the

would be a future for Ernest and

must distance herself from Ernest in the future. As for other things, they were all out of the boundary that she

him. Then they

past few months would

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

here, so she only had

any hesitation, she pulled her luggage and

“Click.”

door was opened from the outside.

at Florence. When his gaze fell on her luggage, his eyes were

her, he asked in a sinking voice, “Are you

calm. She still grabbed the handle of her luggage tightly,

packing, but

him, her eyes full of alerts. “Mr. Hawkins, I

Florence pulled the luggage and bypassed Ernest without

determined attitude broke Ernest’s

face, Ernest strode over and stood in

“Don’t go.”

but Florence immediately took several

were full of wariness and resistance.

was stiffened in the mid-air. Looking at Florence who had drawn several steps away from him, he felt

a sting that stabbed into his

paled a bit. He was staring at her with a complicated expression that was like a vortex, which could draw her in