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.

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

out

stiffened, looking quite

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

see the equipment fulfilled the ward and the unbuttoned buttons on

sorry, Ernest.

walked out, the treatment was

up and said, “Mr. Hawkins, please

off himself. Just now it was taken off by Florence, but

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 his arms, he took off the

and neatly. Although the wounds on

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

the cracked wounds on Ernest’s arms, feeling that

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

Hawkins didn’t think himself a fleshed-human, did

bandaging Ernest’s

passed the pills to

please

refused coldly. “It’s almost noon. I don’t need

was because it would be noon or Mr. Hawkins didn’t

seemed that Mr. Hawkins hated to get recovered

wanted to commit

gone, Gemma, who was waiting pitifully outside the ward, wanted

she became smarter

heard Ernest’s voice from the

“Please enter.”

the door

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

half lying on the bed, reading

Usually, he always wore a suit and

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

him -- how could she stop

matter what means she would use or what cost she had

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