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.

back and forth in Ernest’s ward in the past two days. It was almost eleven o’clock now, so she didn’t think too much and just walked in without a

ran out

pace was stiffened,

the embarrassment. He explained, “Sorry, Miss Marlon. We’re dealing with Mr.

then did Gemma see the equipment fulfilled the ward

right away, “I’m sorry, Ernest. I’ll

Gemma walked out, the

“Mr. Hawkins, please allow me to take off your

now it was taken off

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

didn’t spread a glance at all. Raising his arms, he took off

Although the wounds on his arms were

endure

the cracked wounds on Ernest’s arms, feeling

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

think himself a fleshed-human,

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

passed the pills

please

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

it was because it would be noon or Mr. Hawkins didn’t

Mr. Hawkins hated to get recovered

wanted to commit

nurses had gone, Gemma, who was waiting pitifully outside

smarter and

heard Ernest’s voice

“Please enter.”

pushed the door open and

the ward was completely different than it was earlier -- all the equipment

lying on the bed, reading a book in

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

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 was peaceful and

became more obsessive to him -- how could she stop loving

what means she would use or what cost

elegant on the edge