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.

people coming back and forth in Ernest’s ward in the past two days. It was almost eleven

Ernest ran out of his

pace was stiffened,

immediately tried to dissolve the embarrassment. He explained, “Sorry, Miss Marlon. We’re dealing with Mr. Hawkins’ wounds now. It’s not quite convenient.

wasn’t until then did Gemma see the equipment fulfilled the ward and the unbuttoned buttons on Ernest’s

away, “I’m sorry, Ernest.

out, the treatment was

attending doctor walked up and said, “Mr. Hawkins, please allow me

it was taken off by Florence, but he had put it back. Now the problem to take it off occurred

doctor believed that his hands were flexible,

Ernest didn’t spread a glance at all. Raising

wounds on his arms were stretched, he didn’t

but Ernest still could endure the pain,

at the cracked wounds on Ernest’s arms,

three times

think himself a

finally finished bandaging Ernest’s

the

please take the

coldly. “It’s almost noon. I don’t need

because it would be noon or Mr.

Mr. Hawkins hated to get

doctor wanted

was waiting pitifully outside the ward, wanted to

she became smarter and knocked on the

while, she heard Ernest’s

“Please enter.”

the door open and walked

-- all the equipment was moved away. It was clean. Only Ernest was in

was half lying on the bed, reading

had barely seen Ernest look so leisurely. Usually, he always wore a suit and was busy working in his

leisure and elegant as if he was still the senior in their school days and the time had turned back. It

more obsessive to him -- how could she

or what cost she had to pay, she must gain

on the edge and asked gently, “Ernest, what are you