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?”

simply glared at Florence, and his eyes were

opened his mouth,

no longer on Florence. He then began to flip

a book, it was obvious

while, and all of a sudden things had taken a huge change. There

that he looked paler than

somehow? Or did his

because he didn’t want her to notice

this possibility in mind, Florence didn’t feel angry at all about Ernest’s attitude now.

bed and snatched the book in

take a look at

she said that, Florence reached out to the

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

don’t have to

more reason to deduct that something was off. It was as if he was

had another injury

her hand from Ernest’s and she continued to unbutton his gown. Her other hand went on to remove his gown with a sense of familiarity.

part of Ernest’s shoulders

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

was really a pleasing sight to behold.

Ernest getting pounced on for

as Florence was getting more and more unruly and brash. Did she know what she

“Stop it!”

growled and pressed down on her shoulders, and all of a sudden she was

her wrists, which rendered

was now on top of

utter a word as they blushed. Their hearts started to race, which indicated their

in shock. It was such a

was a dim light

was very hollow, “Do

course I

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

up now, don’t put pressure

gaze was becoming darker by the moment, and there was

she worried about him

she look forward that much to him

I will be discharged from the hospital according to schedule!” He wouldn’t waste her time

coldness, which made