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

opened his mouth, “Nothing.”

there with his gaze no longer on Florence. He

be reading a book, it was obvious he was purposely

while, and all of a

that he looked paler

he was injured somehow? Or did his wound

aloof because he didn’t want her to

didn’t feel angry at all about

by the bed and snatched

take a look

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

Florence to get into action immediately, and he admitted he was stunned for a second.

fine. You don’t

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

really had another injury

his gown. Her other hand went on to

no time, a huge part

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

Ernest was really a pleasing sight to behold.

forward to Ernest getting pounced on for the first

immediately darkened as Florence was getting more and more unruly and

“Stop it!”

on her shoulders, and all of

was clasping both of her wrists,

on top of

couldn’t utter a word as they blushed. Their hearts started to race, which

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

was a dim light in his eyes.

tone was very hollow, “Do you

course I

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

now, don’t put pressure on your

the moment, and there was

him or

she look forward that much to him getting a

have to worry. I will be discharged from the hospital according to schedule!” He

word with clarity and coldness, which