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 she didn’t think too

out

pace was stiffened, looking quite

attending doctor immediately tried to dissolve the embarrassment. He explained, “Sorry, Miss Marlon. We’re dealing with Mr. Hawkins’ wounds now. It’s not quite convenient. Could you please go out

then did Gemma see the equipment fulfilled the ward and the unbuttoned buttons on Ernest’s

right away, “I’m sorry, Ernest. I’ll

out,

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

was

had rough hands. The attending doctor believed that his hands were flexible, so

Ernest didn’t spread a glance at all. Raising his arms,

wounds on his arms were stretched, he didn’t frown at

endure the pain, unless he was with

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

was totally wrong -- it would take Mr. Hawkins three

Hawkins didn’t think himself

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

passed the pills to

Hawkins, please take

noon. I don’t need to take

wondering if it was because it would be

Mr. Hawkins hated to get recovered

doctor wanted to commit

all the doctors and nurses had gone, Gemma, who was waiting pitifully outside the ward, wanted to go back

going in again, she became smarter and

she heard Ernest’s

“Please enter.”

door open and

-- all the

was half lying on the bed, reading a book

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

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

to him -- how

matter what means she would use or what cost

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