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?”

glared at Florence, and his eyes

his mouth,

gaze no longer on

to be reading a book, it was obvious he was purposely trying to

was really confused now. She had just gone out for a while, and all of a sudden things

she noticed that he looked paler than the time she left the

it be that he was injured somehow?

so aloof because he didn’t

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

down by the bed and snatched the book in his

a look at

said that, Florence reached out to the buttons on Ernest’s

into action immediately, and he admitted he was stunned for a second. Then,

fine. You don’t have

hasty interruption gave Florence more reason to deduct that something was off. It was as if he was

another injury on

to unbutton his gown. Her other hand went on to remove his

part of Ernest’s shoulders were exposed.

were utterly stunned at this sight. They tried to cover their eyes, thinking that Ms. Fraser was here to force herself

was really a

getting pounced

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

“Stop it!”

and all of a sudden

of her wrists, which rendered her

now on top of

as they blushed. Their hearts started to race, which indicated their excitement on what was to

was now on top of her body in shock. It was such a sudden change of pace so she couldn’t comprehend what was actually

drooping his head, and there was a dim light in his eyes. He was just staring at

was very hollow, “Do

course I care

that. After answering without any hesitation, she looked at him

now, don’t put pressure

darker by the moment, and there was an

about him or

that much

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

word with clarity and coldness, which