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, so

Ernest ran out

pace was stiffened, looking

Mr. Hawkins’ wounds now. It’s

wasn’t until then did Gemma see the equipment fulfilled the ward and the

away, “I’m sorry, Ernest. I’ll go out

out, the treatment

attending doctor walked up and said, “Mr. Hawkins, please

it was taken off by Florence, but he had put it back. Now the problem to take it off

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

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

and neatly. Although the wounds on his arms were stretched, he didn’t frown

was inconvenient, but Ernest still could endure

on Ernest’s

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

Hawkins didn’t think himself a

depression, the attending doctor finally finished bandaging Ernest’s wounds.

the

Hawkins, please

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

if it was because it would be

seemed that Mr. Hawkins hated to get

wanted to

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

in again, she became smarter and knocked on the door

while, she heard Ernest’s

“Please enter.”

pushed the door

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

was half lying on the bed, reading

had barely seen Ernest look so leisurely. Usually, he always wore a suit and was busy working in his

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

to him -- how could she stop loving such

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

she sat down elegant on the edge and asked gently,