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?”

eyes were even more

his mouth, “Nothing.”

stopped the conversation just right there with his gaze no longer on Florence. He

it was

confused now. She had just gone out for a while, and all of

shot a worried glance at Ernest, and she noticed that he looked paler

was injured somehow? Or did his wound open up

acting so aloof because he didn’t

angry at all about Ernest’s attitude now. In contrast, she was very

down by the bed and snatched the book in

a look at your

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

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

don’t have to do

was off. It was as if he

he really had another

continued to unbutton his gown. Her other hand went

part of Ernest’s

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

Ernest was really a pleasing sight to

forward to Ernest getting pounced on

more unruly and brash. Did

“Stop it!”

pressed down on her shoulders, and all of

clasping both of her wrists,

on top

Timothy couldn’t utter a word as they blushed. Their hearts started to race, which indicated their

body in shock. It was such a sudden change of pace so she couldn’t

was drooping his head, and there was a dim light

was very hollow, “Do

I

answering without any hesitation, she

now, don’t put pressure on

the moment, and

she worried about him

she look forward that much

be discharged from the hospital according

coldness, which made his face look even uglier.