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.

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

Ernest ran out of

stiffened, looking quite

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

until then did Gemma see the equipment fulfilled

away, “I’m sorry, Ernest.

out, the treatment was

said, “Mr. Hawkins, please allow me

it was taken off by

rough hands. The attending doctor believed that his hands were flexible, so he guessed probably Mr. Hawkins could make

didn’t spread a glance at all. Raising his

acted fast and neatly. Although the wounds on his arms

endure the pain, unless he

wounds on Ernest’s arms, feeling that his temples were jumping

three times of the time to recover from his injury as for the

himself a

and depression, the attending doctor finally finished bandaging Ernest’s

the pills

Hawkins, please

almost noon. I don’t need to take the pills for

was speechless, wondering if it was because it would be noon or Mr. Hawkins didn’t

Mr. Hawkins hated to get recovered

doctor wanted to commit

gone, Gemma, who was waiting pitifully outside the ward, wanted

again, she became smarter and knocked on the door

a long while, she heard Ernest’s

“Please enter.”

pushed the door

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

half lying on the bed, reading a

a suit and was busy

window, looking so leisure and elegant as if he was still the senior in their school days and

how

cost she had

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