My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

It was quiet in the room of darkness. With the sound of the steady breath, it seemed everyone was sleeping soundly.

At midnight.

Ernest slowly opened his eyes. Looking at the darkness, he hesitated for a moment.

He slightly sat up and saw the muddled woman on the sofa through the darkness.

She was sleeping soundly.

In the past two nights, he couldn’t sleep tight because of the injury. Sometimes, he was thirty, and he would ask the nursing worker to pour the water for him. However, it was Florence taking care of him tonight...

He paused for a bit, then lifted his quilt gently without any hesitation, ready to get off from the bed.

However, as soon as he moved, the woman muffled, “What’s up?”

As she spoke, Florence got up from the sofa immediately. In the dark, she walked to Ernest.

Seeing that Ernest had sat up, she immediately stood in his way.

“Are you going to use the bathroom?”

In the dark, they couldn’t see each other’s face clearly, but Ernest gazed at her outline.

He was quite surprised. “Haven’t you fallen asleep yet?”

“Yes, I have.” Florence shook her head, wondering if she should turn on the light.

Ernest asked again, “How come you woke up, then? I remember you always sleep like a log.”

“You are injured. I dare not to sleep too soundly,” Florence answered quite naturally as if that was what she ought to be.

However, her answer shook Ernest’s heart. He looked at the woman in front incredibly.

He wondered if it meant that she cared about him.

Noticing that Ernest kept a long silence, Florence panicked. “What happened? Are you feeling not well? I’ll call the doctor over right now.”

As she spoke, Florence was ready to trot out of the ward, but her wrist was grabbed by his big and thick hand.

She was taken aback.

darkness and said in a

As long as he didn’t feel any

“A moment, please.

Florence poured a glass of warm water from the mini-kitchen. She had put some water in the thermos cup in advance, which could keep the water warm for twelve hours. When she poured the water, the temperature

beside the bed, she handed the water to him and said, “Let me know whatever you want to do. Don’t get

he would stagger over to look for the water in case she hadn’t woken up just now. It was back

Florence’s solemn face, Ernest felt as if his heart was

she just tucked him in and patted

“Get in.”

at

“I’m a bit cold.”

guessed if he implied that he needed someone’s

said, “I’ll give you

voice. “I can’t have anything heavy on me, which would press my

I turn on

be quite dry, which is bad for my wounds

Florence was speechless.

seemed that all his words made sense. Hence, her body temperature

looking at the limited space next to Ernest,

the bed with him, she would think that he was taking advantage of her, and she could deal with it calmly. However, now she had known that she liked him if she would

was a small motor

dark, Ernest couldn’t read Florence’s expression, but he

a long face, he said, “Forget it if you

spoke, he intended to pull the

willing to.

longer, Florence hopped onto

control. Her petite

while he opened his arms,

smelt the familiar scent with a slight smell of the medicine, the mixture of which fully occupied her sensory organs. She

blushed too much and muttered like a mosquito, “I... I’m sorry. Did I bump into you?

moving towards the narrow edge of the bed, the man’s arm suddenly fell and

his deep voice above her head. “Don’t move. You are just

to move immediately. Her

almost could hear Ernest’s heartbeat, which was steady and powerful. However, it sounded

her heart was hammering, so she also mistook that his heartbeat sped up

a cooked shrimp. She felt more