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.

in the past two days. It was almost

ran out of his

stiffened, looking quite

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

then did Gemma see the equipment fulfilled

said right away, “I’m sorry, Ernest. I’ll go out

walked out, the treatment was

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

him to take it off himself. Just now it was

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

at all. Raising his arms, he

wounds on his arms were stretched, he

could endure the pain, unless he was

doctor gaped at the cracked wounds on

his estimation was totally wrong -- it would take Mr. Hawkins three times of

think himself a fleshed-human, did

bandaging Ernest’s

passed the

Hawkins, please take

coldly. “It’s almost noon. I don’t

wondering if it was because it would

Hawkins hated to

doctor wanted to commit

and nurses had 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 voice

“Please enter.”

the door open

different than it was earlier -- all the equipment was moved

the bed, reading a book in his

leisurely. Usually, he always wore a suit and was busy working

from the window, looking so leisure and elegant as if he

how could

what cost

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