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?!

while eating half a bowl of the porridge.

peanuts on it. However, whenever Ernest scooped, a few peanuts would always fall, resulting in

somewhat suspected that

my hand so my hand can’t

and totally turned into feelings in which her heart ached for

you need me to call a doctor to take a look

could

however, did not show any expression. He

little only, I

reluctant to even let Ernest

on the side, was already showing a

a little skin scraping injury, right? If it was in the past, with that kind of injury, he would not

man in love

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

…

became better and better. They

hours. She ate and slept together with Ernest and anyone who came to the ward would always see

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

and better. Since Florence came, he rarely

doctors were not so afraid to take care

became worse and worse as

best doctors every day carefully and comprehensively, the speed that

her expected discharge time

the doctor told her that Ernest’s constitution and the

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

she suspected. She

were with grievance but they did not dare to say

“What’s wrong?”

Florence kept staring at those doctors, Ernest asked in a

so it was apparently not

they were threatened by Ernest with

was it so difficult to

her head,

immediately understand what was Florence thinking. His

He said, “Yes.”

again, “Then is