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.

the past two days. It was almost eleven o’clock now, so she didn’t think too much

out of

pace was stiffened,

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

equipment fulfilled the ward and the unbuttoned buttons on

away, “I’m sorry, Ernest. I’ll

out, the

“Mr. Hawkins,

so it was indeed inconvenient for him to take it off himself. Just now it was taken off by Florence, but he

rough hands. The attending doctor believed that his

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

on his arms were

inconvenient, but Ernest still could endure the pain, unless he was with

the cracked wounds on Ernest’s arms, feeling that

wrong -- it would take Mr. Hawkins three times of the time

think himself a

depression, the attending doctor finally finished bandaging Ernest’s

the pills to

Hawkins, please take

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

was because it would be noon or

seemed that Mr. Hawkins hated

wanted

nurses had gone, Gemma, who was waiting pitifully outside

smarter and knocked on the

a long while, she heard Ernest’s voice from the

“Please enter.”

the door open and walked

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

on the bed, reading a

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

so leisure and elegant as if he was

how could

what means she would use or what cost she had

the bed, she sat down elegant on the edge and asked gently, “Ernest,