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.

It was almost eleven o’clock now, so

out

was stiffened, looking quite

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

fulfilled the

right away, “I’m sorry,

walked out, the

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

himself. Just now it was taken off

Hawkins mentioned that man always had rough hands. The attending doctor believed that his hands

didn’t spread a glance at all.

and neatly. Although the wounds on his

still could endure the pain, unless he was

on Ernest’s arms, feeling that his

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

Hawkins didn’t think himself

doctor finally finished bandaging Ernest’s wounds.

passed the

please

at the pills, Ernest refused coldly. “It’s almost noon. I don’t

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

seemed that Mr. Hawkins hated to get recovered

doctor wanted to commit

was waiting pitifully outside the

in again, she became smarter and knocked on the door

she heard Ernest’s

“Please enter.”

the door open

earlier -- all the equipment was moved away. It was clean. Only

lying on the bed, reading

Usually, he always wore a suit and was busy working in his office or

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

to him -- how could she stop loving such

she would use or what cost she had to

to the bed, she sat down elegant on the