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 even

opened his

conversation just right there with his gaze no longer on Florence. He then began to

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

and all of a

he looked paler than the time she left

be that he was injured somehow? Or did his wound open up

so aloof because he didn’t want her to

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

bed and snatched the

take a

to the buttons on Ernest’s

get into action immediately, and he admitted he was stunned for

fine. You don’t have to

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

he really had another injury on him

unbutton his gown.

huge part

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

really a

forward to Ernest getting pounced

face immediately darkened as Florence was getting more and more unruly and

“Stop it!”

and all of a sudden she

clasping both of her wrists, which

now on top

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

in shock. It was such a

drooping his head, and there was a dim light in his eyes.

hollow, “Do

I care

was startled by him asking that. After answering

put

and there was

him

much to him getting a

I will be discharged from the hospital according

and coldness, which made his face look even