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?”

his eyes were even more chilly and

opened his mouth, “Nothing.”

the conversation just right there with his gaze no longer on

a book, it was obvious he was purposely trying to

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

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

injured somehow? Or did

so aloof because he didn’t want her to notice

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

by the bed

me take a look at your

said that, Florence reached out to

and he admitted he was stunned for a

fine. You don’t have to do

to deduct that something was off. It was as if he was deliberately hiding something

another

from Ernest’s and she continued to unbutton his gown. Her other

time, a huge part of

at this sight. They tried to cover their eyes, thinking that Ms. Fraser was here

was really a pleasing sight to

were looking forward to Ernest getting pounced on for the

more unruly and brash. Did

“Stop it!”

growled and pressed down on her shoulders, and all of a

of her wrists, which rendered her immobile.

was now on

utter a word as they blushed. Their hearts

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

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

tone was very hollow, “Do you care

course I

startled by him asking that. After answering

now, don’t put pressure

gaze was becoming darker by the moment, and there was an unspeakable anger

him or

forward that much to

from the hospital according to schedule!” He

clarity and coldness, which made his face look