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.

Ernest’s ward in the past two days. It was almost eleven o’clock now, so

Ernest ran out of

pace was stiffened, looking quite

the embarrassment. He explained, “Sorry, Miss Marlon. We’re dealing with Mr. Hawkins’ wounds now. It’s not quite convenient. Could you please go out and wait for

equipment fulfilled the ward

said right away, “I’m sorry, Ernest.

Gemma walked out, the treatment was

“Mr. Hawkins, please

it was taken off by Florence, but he had put it back.

that his hands were flexible, so he guessed probably Mr. Hawkins could make

a glance at all.

wounds on his arms were stretched, he

was inconvenient, but Ernest still could endure

cracked wounds on Ernest’s arms, feeling that his temples

three times of the

himself a

the attending doctor finally finished bandaging Ernest’s

passed the pills

please take

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

it would be noon or Mr. Hawkins

seemed that Mr. Hawkins hated to

wanted

had gone, Gemma, who was waiting

in again, she became smarter and knocked on the

while, she heard Ernest’s voice from

“Please enter.”

the door open and

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

half lying on the bed, reading a book

a suit and was busy working in his office or

was in a loose patient gown under the sunshine from the window, looking so 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 stop

what means she would use or what cost

the edge and