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 were even more chilly and

opened his mouth, “Nothing.”

right there with his gaze no longer on Florence. He

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

gone out for a while, and all of a sudden

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

be that he was injured somehow? Or did his wound

because he didn’t want

angry at all about

the bed and snatched the book

me take a look at your

she said that, Florence reached out to the

Florence to get into action immediately, and he admitted he was stunned for a second. Then, he abruptly grabbed Florence’s wrist.

fine. You don’t have

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

had another injury

gown.

huge part of Ernest’s shoulders

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

a pleasing sight to

Ernest getting pounced on for

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

“Stop it!”

pressed down on her shoulders, and all of

of her wrists,

now on top

a word as they blushed. Their hearts started to race,

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

was a dim light in his

very hollow, “Do

course I

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

put pressure

darker by the moment, and there was an

she worried about him or just his

much to

I will be discharged from the hospital according to schedule!” He wouldn’t

coldness, which