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?!

bowl

whenever Ernest scooped, a few peanuts would always fall, resulting in her having to eat another spoonful. To be like this back

somewhat suspected that Ernest

hand so my hand can’t move normally. I can’t even hold

and totally turned into feelings in which her heart ached for

call a doctor to take a look and to reapply

Ernest’s mood could not

did not show any expression. He just slightly shook his

little only, I can

more. She was reluctant to even let Ernest drink a

was already showing a lifeless

had a little skin scraping injury, right? If it was in the past,

man in love

Florence was here

…

became better and better.

this ward as she stayed here for twenty-four hours. She ate and slept together with Ernest and

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

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

not so afraid

mood became worse and worse

realized that although Ernest was taken care of by the best doctors every day carefully and comprehensively, the speed that Ernest’s wound healed was very

her expected discharge time was also

doctor. But, the

was not healed after a long time, was

the more she suspected. She even always looked

with grievance but they did

“What’s wrong?”

Florence kept staring at those doctors, Ernest asked

these few doctors. Hmm, they were all men so

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

it so difficult to be a doctor

and shook her head, “Are they the

what was Florence thinking. His lips could not

He said, “Yes.”

again, “Then is anyone