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?”

at Florence, and his eyes

his mouth, “Nothing.”

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

it was obvious he was purposely

just gone out for a while, and all of a sudden things had

at Ernest, and she noticed that he looked paler than the time

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

acting so aloof because he didn’t

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

bed and

a look at your

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

admitted he

You don’t

off.

really had another injury on him now?

to retrieve her hand from Ernest’s and she continued to unbutton his gown. Her other hand went on to remove his gown

time, a huge part of Ernest’s shoulders were

their eyes, thinking that Ms. Fraser was here to

was really a pleasing sight to

Ernest getting pounced on

more and more unruly and brash. Did she know what she was doing

“Stop it!”

all of a

both of her wrists, which rendered her immobile.

on top of

word as they blushed. Their hearts started to

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

there was a dim light in his eyes. He was just

very hollow, “Do you care about

course I care about

that. After answering

up now, don’t put pressure on

the moment, and there was an

him or just

she look forward that much

be discharged from the hospital according

clarity and coldness,