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.

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 and just walked in without a

ran out of

pace was stiffened,

Miss Marlon. We’re dealing with Mr. Hawkins’ wounds now. It’s not quite convenient. Could you please go out and wait for a

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

away, “I’m sorry, Ernest. I’ll

Gemma walked out, the

Hawkins, please allow me to take

him to take it off himself. Just now it was taken off by Florence, but he

doctor believed that his hands were

Ernest didn’t spread a glance at all. Raising

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

was inconvenient, but Ernest still could endure the pain, unless he was

attending doctor gaped at the cracked wounds on Ernest’s arms, feeling that

wrong -- it would take Mr. Hawkins three times of the time to recover from his injury

himself a

doctor finally finished bandaging Ernest’s wounds.

passed the pills to

please

noon. I don’t need to take the

wondering if it was because it would

seemed that Mr. Hawkins hated to get recovered

doctor wanted

all the doctors and nurses had gone, Gemma, who was waiting pitifully

again, she became smarter and knocked on

heard Ernest’s voice from the

“Please enter.”

pushed the door open

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

on the bed,

he always wore a suit and was busy

now, he was in a loose patient gown under the sunshine from the window, looking so leisure and elegant as if he was still the senior in their school days and the time had turned back. It was peaceful

to him -- how could she stop loving

what means she would use or what cost she had to pay, she must

down elegant on the edge and