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 almost eleven o’clock now,

ran out of

was stiffened, looking

Marlon. We’re dealing with Mr. Hawkins’ wounds now. It’s not

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

right away, “I’m sorry, Ernest.

out, the treatment

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

himself. Just now it was taken

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

surprise, Ernest didn’t spread a glance at all. Raising his arms, he took off the gown

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

endure the pain, unless he

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

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

himself a

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

passed the pills to

please

the pills, Ernest refused coldly. “It’s almost noon.

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

that Mr. Hawkins hated to get recovered

wanted to

Gemma, who was waiting pitifully

became smarter and knocked on

heard Ernest’s voice from the

“Please enter.”

the door

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

lying on the bed, reading a

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

in a loose patient gown under the sunshine from the window, looking so leisure and elegant as if he was

obsessive to him -- how could she stop loving such

would use or what cost she had to

on the edge and asked gently, “Ernest, what are you