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?”

and his eyes were even more chilly and dark

his mouth,

his gaze no longer on Florence. He then began

book, it was obvious he

and all of a sudden things had taken a huge

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

somehow? Or did his wound

he acting so aloof because he didn’t want her to notice

angry at all about Ernest’s

immediately sat down by the bed and snatched the

a

Florence reached out to the buttons on Ernest’s

he was

fine. You don’t have to

something was off. It was as if he

another injury on him

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

huge part of Ernest’s shoulders were

tried to cover their eyes, thinking that Ms. Fraser was here to force herself onto their

Ernest was really a pleasing

were looking forward to Ernest getting pounced on for the first

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

“Stop it!”

and pressed down on her shoulders, and all of a sudden she

her

was now on top

blushed. Their hearts

in shock. It was such a sudden change of

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

was very hollow, “Do you

I

answering without any hesitation, she looked

now, don’t put

by the moment, and there

him or just

look forward that much to him

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

and coldness, which made his face look