My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Ernest zoned out as he looked at her. This woman had really taken care of him meticulously these few days.

She was so considerate that it made him who had originally given up regain hope.

He reached out and grabbed her small hand that was scooping peanuts.

Florence looked up at him and hurriedly explained, “After I scoop all the peanuts out, you’ll be able to eat it. Don’t mind, okay. It’ll take quite some time to cook this porridge. You’ll be starving if you wait for the next bowl of porridge to be served.”

“You’re so afraid that I’ll be starving?”

“Of course! You’re a patient.”

Ernest's eyes narrowed, “I’m also afraid that you’ll be starving.”

Florence froze abruptly. Her entire body felt as if she had been given an electric shock.

Was Ernest flirting with her? It was too unbearable as his words were too warm. Oh, she might not be able to hold back herself.

Looking at Florence’s cheeks that were as red as an apple, Ernest pursed his lips and smiled. He grabbed Florence’s little hand and stuffed the scoop with porridge and peanuts into Florence’s mouth.

The warm porridge reached her mouth and it tasted really good. Her stomach that had been empty all morning was instantly even hungrier.

Florence was surprised, “What are you doing? I’m not hungry?”

She wanted to refuse but Ernest held her hand and scooped another spoonful of porridge.

There were no peanuts on the spoonful of porridge as they had been scooped away just now. So, he moved it to his mouth and ate it.

“You eat if there are peanuts, I eat if there are no peanuts.”

In this way, there would not be any wastage and they also did not need to be hungry.

It was a good way, but…

Florence looked at that spoon and her cheeks blushed even more. He took a bite and then she took a bite and it was even the same spoon. This was even more intimate than indirect kissing.

Timothy, who was on the side, was already covering his face as he could not look at the scene anymore.

Had anyone ever considered his feelings as a bachelor? They were so lovey-dovey so he really could not hold back anymore. They could be so lovey-dovey even though they were just eating porridge, did they have a limit?!

eating half a bowl of the porridge.

only eat the layer that had peanuts on it. However, whenever Ernest scooped, a few peanuts would always fall, resulting in her having to eat another spoonful. To be like this back and

somewhat suspected that Ernest deliberately did

my

suspicion in her mind instantly disappeared and

to call a doctor to take a look and to reapply some

mood could not

not show any expression. He just slightly

only, I

more. She was reluctant to even

already showing

injury, right? If it was in the past,

man in love

out and silently closed the door. Although he was responsible for staying beside Ernest at all times, Florence was here so it was better that he retreated. Otherwise,

…

better and better.

ate and slept together with Ernest and anyone who

long been accustomed to Florence’s presence. They were also accustomed to the

getting better and better. Since Florence came, he rarely got angry and never

so afraid

became worse and worse as

although Ernest was taken care of by the best

her expected discharge time

the doctor. But, the doctor told her

was not healed after a long time, was it because of

more Florence thought, the more she suspected. She even always looked at these best doctors with

with grievance but they did not

“What’s wrong?”

at those doctors, Ernest asked

also sized up these few doctors. Hmm, they were all men so it was apparently not so good

now, they were threatened by Ernest with cold gazes. They instantly wished that

was it so difficult to be

away and shook her head, “Are they the best professional doctors

was Florence thinking. His lips could not help but

He said, “Yes.”

and asked again, “Then is anyone of them