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.

two days. It was

out

pace was stiffened, looking

dissolve the embarrassment. He explained, “Sorry, Miss Marlon. We’re dealing with Mr. Hawkins’ wounds now. It’s

Gemma see the equipment fulfilled the ward and the unbuttoned

away, “I’m sorry, Ernest. I’ll

out, the

up and said, “Mr. Hawkins, please allow

it was taken off

Mr. Hawkins mentioned that man always had rough hands. The attending doctor believed that his hands were flexible, so he guessed

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

Although the wounds on

was inconvenient, but Ernest still could endure the pain,

gaped at the cracked wounds on

Hawkins three times of the time to recover from his injury as for the time

think himself

the attending doctor finally finished bandaging Ernest’s wounds. After a careful check-up, he finally finished his task

the

Hawkins, please

noon. I

was because it would be

seemed that Mr. Hawkins

wanted

gone, Gemma, who was waiting pitifully outside the ward, wanted to go back

smarter and knocked on the

heard Ernest’s voice from the

“Please enter.”

door

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

bed, reading a book

leisurely. Usually, he always wore a

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 and

how could she stop

cost she had

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