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 more chilly and

his

right there with his gaze no longer

he appeared to be reading a book, it was

all of a sudden things had taken a huge

that he looked paler than the time

that he was injured somehow?

he acting so aloof because he didn’t want her

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

down by the bed and snatched the book in

a look at

Florence reached out to the buttons on Ernest’s

into action immediately, and he admitted he was stunned for a second. Then,

fine. You don’t have

interruption gave Florence more reason to deduct that something was off. It was

another injury on him now?

continued to unbutton his gown. Her other hand

time, a huge part of Ernest’s shoulders

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

a pleasing

getting pounced on for the first

immediately darkened as Florence was getting more and more unruly and brash. Did

“Stop it!”

all

was clasping both of her wrists, which rendered

on top of

Timothy couldn’t utter a word as they blushed. Their hearts

her body in shock. It was such a sudden change of pace

a dim light in his eyes. He was just

hollow,

course I care about

After answering

now, don’t put pressure on your

the moment, and there was an unspeakable anger surrounding

him or just his

that much

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

each word with clarity and coldness, which made his face look even uglier.