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.

action, and her heart couldn’t help hammering

skillfully just because she used to get injured, and

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

a

why he treated her

be quite obvious, and Florence could figure it out

by something. Unwilling to think deeply, she suddenly

twinkled. She looked at him, and her lips parted,

mind was in a

her teeth, she turned around and trotted out

to stop at all. She trotted all the way to the

the familiar room, she

Ernest in this room flashed through her mind.

treated her

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

not

there would be a future for Ernest

thinking about him. Last night, she had made up her mind that she must distance herself

Then they would draw a clear distinction with each other. They would

happened in the past few months would only be a

suite, she pulled out her suitcase and started to

bring any suitcase when coming here, so she only had limited things to pack.

her luggage and walked toward the

“Click.”

was opened from the outside. Ernest walked

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

in a sinking voice,

still grabbed the handle of

packing, but unexpectedly, she still

eyes full of alerts. “Mr.

finishing her words, Florence pulled the luggage and bypassed Ernest without waiting for

determined attitude broke Ernest’s

Ernest strode over and

“Don’t go.”

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

at him, her eyes were full of wariness and resistance.

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

was like a sting that stabbed into

at her with a complicated expression that was like