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?!

blushed while eating half a bowl of the porridge. She

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 forth, she eventually became the one who

somewhat suspected that

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

Florence’s suspicion in her mind instantly disappeared and totally

to call a doctor to take a look

Florence’s concerned look, Ernest’s mood could

however, did not show any expression. He

only, I can

She was reluctant to even let Ernest

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.

a man in love was

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

…

better and better. They were getting

hours. She ate and slept together with Ernest and

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

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

not so afraid to take care

and worse as she was

was taken care of by the best doctors every day carefully

time was also delayed very

the doctor. But, the doctor told her that Ernest’s constitution and the speed that his wound healed were better than

a long time, was it because of the

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

but they did not dare to say

“What’s wrong?”

staring at those doctors, Ernest

also sized up these few doctors. Hmm, they were all men so it was

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

so difficult to be a doctor

away and shook her head, “Are they the

was Florence thinking. His lips could not

He said, “Yes.”

asked again, “Then is anyone of them