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.

Ernest scooped, a few peanuts would always fall, resulting in her

somewhat suspected that Ernest

my hand can’t move

disappeared and

a doctor to take a look and to reapply

mood could not help

not show any expression.

only, I can

more. She was reluctant to even let Ernest drink a cup of water

side, was already showing a lifeless look

apparently only had a little skin scraping injury, right? If it was in the past, with that kind of injury, he would not even frown. But now, he surprisingly

a man in love

door. Although he was responsible for staying beside Ernest at all times, Florence was here so it was better

…

Florence and Ernest unknowingly became better and better. They

the owner of this ward as she stayed here for twenty-four hours. She ate and

long been accustomed to Florence’s presence. They were also accustomed to the lovey-dovey scene that was shown from time

was getting better and better. Since Florence came,

not so afraid to take care of him

became worse and

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discharge time

caused by Ernest’s constitution so she went to confirm with the doctor. But, the doctor told her that

a long time, was

she suspected. She even

doctors were with grievance but they did not dare to say

“What’s wrong?”

those doctors, Ernest asked in

were all men so it was apparently not so

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

so difficult to be a doctor

shook her head, “Are they the best professional

was Florence thinking. His lips could not help but

He said, “Yes.”

and asked again, “Then is anyone of them specializing in