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.

always many people coming 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

Ernest ran out of his

stiffened, looking quite

tried to dissolve the embarrassment. He explained, “Sorry, Miss Marlon. We’re dealing with Mr.

until then did Gemma see the equipment fulfilled the ward and the unbuttoned

away, “I’m sorry, Ernest. I’ll go out

out,

doctor walked up and said, “Mr. Hawkins, please allow me

it off himself. Just now it was

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

spread a glance at all. Raising his arms, he

fast and neatly. Although the wounds on his arms

but Ernest still could endure the pain, unless

at the cracked wounds on Ernest’s arms, feeling that his

Mr. Hawkins three times of the

Hawkins didn’t think himself a fleshed-human,

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

the pills

please

Ernest refused coldly. “It’s almost noon. I

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

Hawkins hated to get

wanted

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

became smarter and knocked on

she heard Ernest’s voice from

“Please enter.”

the door open and

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

lying on the bed, reading a book

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

elegant as if he was still the senior

became more obsessive to him -- how could she stop loving

means she would use or what cost she had to

down elegant on the edge and asked