My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Timothy’s temple jerked up violently as he scurried forward.

“Take care of this mess quick, and send in a meal again.”

“Ye—Yes.”

The maids finally returned to their senses as they hurriedly began to tidy up the mess on the floor.

Timothy studied Ernest and tested him, “Sir, do you need me to call Ms. Fraser back here to have lunch with you?”

“I don’t have the appetite. All of you, get lost.”

By now, Ernest had a dark look on his face. Why would he want her to come back here to have a meal with him?

She didn’t care about him anymore. She should just leave like this.

Timothy was rendered speechless, and with a bitter expression, he motioned for the maids to exit the ward.

When Florence returned to the ward, she immediately sensed a peculiar atmosphere lingering in the air.

Ernest was sitting still on his bed with a foul expression, and the barometric pressure in the room seemed to weigh down on her heavily.

The maids who were standing by on one side were all drooping their heads. None of them dared to look up, and fear and anxiety were written on their faces.

What was going on here?

Florence was befuddled, and before she even reached the bed, she pulled Timothy aside and whispered, “Timothy, what’s wrong? What happened when I was not around?”

From the look of things, it wasn’t just anything that had happened. It felt like something major and serious had just happened.

When Timothy was about to answer, at the same time the man sitting on the bed suddenly shot a glare in this direction, which made Timothy jump up. He wasn’t able to utter the words he was about to say.

He took a few steps back with a difficult smile on his face.

“Ms. Fraser, you should just go up.”

Florence felt even more curious at how Timothy was behaving. She could sense that something was not right here, and she couldn’t help feeling worried.

She hurried to the bed and examined Ernest thoroughly. Putting aside the fact that he didn’t look very good, there seemed to be nothing wrong with his body.

Nevertheless, this was a man who could conceal his weakness very well despite the situation, just like how he had concealed his grave injuries back then.

“Ernest, what’s wrong with you?”

Florence, and his eyes were even more chilly and dark

opened his mouth,

stopped the conversation just right there with his gaze no longer

appeared to be reading a book, it was obvious

She had just gone out for a while, and all of a sudden things had taken a huge change. There must be something wrong

that he looked paler than the time she left

that he was injured somehow? Or

acting so aloof because he didn’t want her to notice

this possibility in mind, Florence didn’t feel angry at all about Ernest’s attitude now. In contrast, she was very

by the bed and snatched the book in his

me take a

out to the buttons

action immediately, and he admitted he was stunned for a second. Then, he abruptly grabbed Florence’s wrist.

don’t have to

gave Florence more reason to deduct that something was off. It was as if he was deliberately hiding

really had another injury on him now?

unbutton his gown. Her other hand went on to remove his gown with a sense of familiarity.

no time, a huge part of Ernest’s shoulders were

this sight. They tried to cover their eyes, thinking that Ms. Fraser was

Ernest was really a pleasing

Ernest getting pounced

face immediately darkened as Florence was getting more and more unruly and brash. Did

“Stop it!”

shoulders, and all of a sudden she was

both of her

on

maids and Timothy couldn’t utter a word as they blushed. Their hearts started to

stared at Ernest who was now on top of her body in shock. It was

there was a dim light in

hollow,

I

was startled by him asking that. After answering without any hesitation, she looked

put pressure on your

the moment, and there was an unspeakable

about him

forward that much to

I will be discharged from the

spoke each word with clarity and coldness, which made his face