My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Timothy also understood why Ernest would have sent Florence away. Hence, he deliberately took Florence to a private kitchen reserved, which was in a hotel next door. Then Florence gave the order to the chef to cook in person.

The breakfast that had already been prepared was dumped by Timothy in secret.

In the ward, the nurses were putting on dressings for Ernest’s wounds, which would be bandaged later. They looked quite horrible.

The nurses and doctors were busy working. Right then, the closed door of the ward was pushed open from the outside.

The person who would walk in without a knock was always Florence.

The doctors and nurses also knew that Ernest wanted to hide his wounds from Florence, so immediately they became nervous, cold sweat oozing on their foreheads.

Ernest also immediately became quite solemn. He grabbed his patient gown and put it on in an instant.

While he was buttoning the buttons, he maintained his normal expression when looking over at the door.

However, the person who came in wasn’t Florence, but Gemma with a fruit basket.

The warm smile on Ernest's face immediately vanished.

The doctors and nurses were all relieved.

Gemma sensitively saw the expression change on Ernest’s face. She also noticed the carelessness and disappointment when he saw her.

She couldn’t help wondering whom he was waiting for.

Was it Florence?

However, as far as Gemma knew, that woman hadn’t come here after the accident had happened. Obviously, she assumed that Florence wouldn’t show up. Florence had been so ruthless, Gemma couldn’t understand why Ernest was still thinking about her.

She felt so furious inwardly as if her heart was scratching by a cat. However, she still maintained an elegant smile.

“Hi, Ernest. How are you doing? Are you feeling better today?”

“Didn’t the Marlon family’s etiquette teach you to knock on the door before coming in?”

Ernest’s tone was cold and harsh.

Gemma was startled, her face turning pale in embarrassment.

two days. It

ran out of his

pace was stiffened, looking quite

“Sorry, Miss Marlon. We’re dealing with Mr. Hawkins’ wounds now. It’s not quite convenient. Could you please go

until then did Gemma see the equipment fulfilled the ward and the unbuttoned buttons on

away, “I’m sorry,

out, the

and said, “Mr. Hawkins, please allow me to

for him to take it off himself. Just now it was taken

Mr. Hawkins mentioned that man always had rough hands. The attending doctor believed that his

surprise, Ernest didn’t spread a glance at all. Raising his arms,

fast and neatly. Although the wounds on his arms were stretched, he didn’t frown

endure the pain,

at the cracked wounds on Ernest’s

wrong -- it would take Mr. Hawkins three times of the time to recover from his injury as for

Hawkins didn’t think himself a fleshed-human,

and depression, the attending doctor finally finished bandaging Ernest’s wounds. After a careful check-up, he finally finished

passed the

please take the

coldly. “It’s almost noon. I don’t need to take the pills for this

speechless, wondering if it was because it would be

Hawkins hated to get recovered

wanted

was

again, she became smarter

a long while, she heard Ernest’s voice from

“Please enter.”

immediately pushed the door open

ward was completely different than it was earlier -- all the equipment was moved away. It was clean. Only

was half lying on the bed, reading a book in his

so leisurely. Usually, he always wore a suit and was busy working in his office

elegant as if he

obsessive to him -- how could she stop loving such

she would use or what cost she had to pay, she must

sat down elegant on the edge