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.

coming back and forth in Ernest’s ward in the past two days. It was almost eleven o’clock now, so she didn’t think too much

ran out of

pace was stiffened, looking

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 and wait for a

see the equipment fulfilled the

sorry, Ernest.

Gemma walked out, the treatment

up and said, “Mr. Hawkins, please allow me

to take it off himself. Just now it was

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

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

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

inconvenient, but Ernest still could endure the

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

it would take Mr. Hawkins three times of the time

think himself

confusion and depression, the attending doctor finally finished bandaging Ernest’s wounds. After a careful check-up, he finally finished

passed the pills

Hawkins, please take

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

because it would

seemed that Mr. Hawkins hated to get

doctor wanted to

was waiting pitifully outside the ward, wanted to

became smarter and knocked

a long while, she heard Ernest’s voice from

“Please enter.”

the door

-- all the equipment was moved away. It was clean. Only Ernest was in

on the bed, reading a book in

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

the window, looking so leisure and elegant as if he was still the

obsessive to him -- how could

or what cost she had to pay,

on the edge and asked