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.

and her heart couldn’t help hammering as if it would jump

the wound so skillfully just because she used to get

take along the band-aid with him wherever he went, which was also just

a lot of things to her and

why he treated

reason seemed to be quite obvious, and Florence could

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

at him, and her lips parted,

was in

and trotted out of the meeting

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

room, she felt

mind. Thinking of those intimate and

treated her

Florence subconsciously denied, though.

not

think that there would be a future

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 boundary

they would draw a clear distinction with each

the past few months would only be

pulled out her suitcase and

any suitcase when coming here, so she only

hesitation, she pulled her luggage and

“Click.”

opened from the outside.

at Florence. When his gaze fell on her

asked in a sinking voice, “Are you

still grabbed the handle of

quite fast when packing, but unexpectedly,

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

her words, Florence pulled the luggage and bypassed

attitude broke

face, Ernest strode over and

“Don’t go.”

grab her, but Florence immediately took several steps

at him, her eyes were full

had drawn several steps away from him, he felt

like a sting that stabbed into his

at her with a complicated expression that was