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

ran out of his

stiffened, looking

to dissolve the embarrassment. He explained, “Sorry, Miss Marlon. We’re dealing with Mr. Hawkins’ wounds now. It’s not quite convenient.

wasn’t until then did Gemma see the equipment fulfilled the ward

right away, “I’m sorry, Ernest.

walked out, the treatment was

Hawkins, please allow

it off himself. Just now it was taken off

believed that his hands were flexible, so he guessed probably Mr. Hawkins could make do with

at all.

and neatly. Although the wounds on

but Ernest still could endure the

gaped at the cracked wounds on Ernest’s arms, feeling that his temples were jumping

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

think himself a

finally finished bandaging Ernest’s wounds. After a careful check-up, he

the pills

Hawkins, please take the

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

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

seemed that Mr. Hawkins hated to get recovered

doctor wanted to commit

and nurses had gone, Gemma, who was waiting pitifully outside

became smarter and

while, she heard Ernest’s voice from

“Please enter.”

door open and

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

on the bed, reading a book

so leisurely. Usually, he always wore a

and elegant as

how could she stop loving such

or what cost she had

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