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.

his skillful action, and her heart couldn’t help hammering as if it would jump out of her

just because she used to

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

done a lot

why he

seemed to be quite obvious, and

thought of it, Florence felt her heart was burned by something. Unwilling to think deeply, she suddenly pulled her hand out

her lips parted,

mind was

turned around and trotted out of

at all. She trotted all the way to the suite where she and

familiar room,

room flashed through her mind. Thinking

her truly

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

not

that there would be

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

would call off the engagement with him. Then they

past few months would only be a

she pulled out her suitcase

suitcase when coming here, so she only had limited things to pack. Shortly she was

she pulled her luggage

“Click.”

from the outside. Ernest walked

cast a deep glance at Florence. When his gaze

asked in a sinking voice,

still grabbed the handle of her luggage tightly,

packing, but

she moved aside and distanced herself from him, her eyes full of

finishing her words, Florence pulled the luggage and bypassed Ernest

attitude broke Ernest’s

over

“Don’t go.”

tried to grab her, but Florence immediately took several

full of

several

determined resistance was like a

man 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 a vortex, which could draw her in as if it were an invisible