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?”

at Florence, and his eyes were even more chilly and dark

opened his mouth, “Nothing.”

no

it was obvious he was purposely trying to ignore Florence.

all of a sudden things

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

be that he was injured somehow? Or

he

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

down by the bed and snatched the

a look at

said that, Florence reached out to the buttons on

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

fine. You don’t have

Florence more reason to deduct that something was off. It was as

another injury

unbutton his gown.

a huge part of

their eyes, thinking that Ms. Fraser was

Ernest was really a pleasing sight to

looking forward to Ernest getting pounced on

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

“Stop it!”

all of a sudden

her

now on top

as they blushed. Their hearts

was such a sudden change of pace so she couldn’t comprehend what was actually going

was drooping his head, and there was a dim

very hollow, “Do

I care about

was startled by him asking that. After answering without any

up now, don’t put

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

she worried about him or just his

she look forward that much to him getting a

worry. I will be discharged from the hospital

with clarity and coldness, which made his