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?!

a bowl of the porridge. She was

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

somewhat suspected that Ernest deliberately

said, “I have an injury on my hand so my hand can’t move normally.

him like this, Florence’s suspicion in her mind instantly disappeared and totally turned into feelings in which her heart

to call a doctor to take

could not help

face, however, did not show any

only, I can bear

heart instantly ached for him even more. She was reluctant to even let Ernest drink a cup of water on

on the side, was already

holding the spoon 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 said that

in love was

beside Ernest at all times, Florence was here so it was better that he retreated.

…

and Ernest unknowingly became better and better. They were getting along pretty

became the owner of this ward as she stayed here for twenty-four hours. She ate and slept together with Ernest and anyone who came to

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

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

were not so afraid to take

mood became worse and

she realized that although Ernest was taken care of by the best doctors every day carefully and comprehensively, the speed

her expected discharge time was

to confirm with the doctor. But, the doctor told her that Ernest’s constitution and the

long time, was it because of

the more she suspected. She even always looked at these

were with grievance but they did not dare to say

“What’s wrong?”

kept staring at those doctors, Ernest

doctors. Hmm, they were all men so it was apparently not so

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

it so difficult to

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

what was Florence thinking. His lips could not help

He said, “Yes.”

asked again, “Then is anyone of them specializing