My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

After all, the person that had his face touched that day was Clarence, hence only he knew whether there were wounds on Collin’s hands, and Ernest hadn’t been exposed to it personally.

Regardless of whether he said it was comfortable or uncomfortable, it would mean that he had admitted to either one of it, whether there were wounds on Collin’s hands.

But if he gave the wrong answer, this would become concrete evidence in Benjamin’s hands.

Florence frowned angrily, indeed Benjamin was up to no good when he wanted to stay back for a chat.

He was highly suspicious of Ernest, hence he had intentionally set traps for them in his conversation, to test them.

Perhaps, he even had a sound recorder on him.

She was anxious and upset about why she hadn’t properly observed whether there were wounds on Collin’s on his hands when she was interacting with him.

But come to think of it, Collin was a doctor, he was constantly in touch with surgical knives and these types of sharp items, as well as chemical medicine and machinery, it would be normal for him to have accidentally hurt his hands.

It should be more rational for him to have wounds on his hands?

Florence was speculating in her heart, she couldn’t help but turn to look at Ernest. Her hand tapped secretly on the table, hinting at him.

Ernest pursed his lips and secretly shook his head at her.

After that, he turned to look at Benjamin, and smiled mockingly, “Looks like Mr. Turner always gets his news wrong. First, it was the mistake during the face examination, then now you’re mistaken about the wounds on Collin’s hands. Looks like your informer has to be changed.”

These sarcastic words were despising Benjamin for being incapable.

Benjamin’s expression was ugly, he felt his chest boiling with anger.

Damn it, Ernest hadn’t fallen for it.

Or could he be guessing?

After all, he was a man, why would a man observe another man’s hands?

no wounds, what’s more, he studies medicine, he has taken care of his fingers very well, they’re also especially soft, that’s why he

said, “I made a mistake, Mr. Jenkins you won’t

Ernest smiled coldly.

was talking about feeling sorry, but in fact, he wanted to

hadn’t been careful and replied without thinking, he would have been

coldly, “Collin’s fingers aren’t soft, on the contrary, his bones are very hard and strong. Even if Mr.

rebuttal carried an obvious mock

loss for words, his expression changed again

into any of his traps, and even told him the characteristics of Collin’s

how did he have such an understanding on Collin’s

he wanted to flip the table,

this, two servants walked

and red wine on the table orderly, and said politely, “Miss, Mr. Jenkins, Mr. Turner, what do you

“Fruit…”

waved her hand and said, “It’s okay, I’ll help myself, you

please

The two servants retreated.

the bottle of fruit

cup in front of Ernest, and

shake, and

and can’t drink wine, only fruit juice. I think you wouldn’t like this type of fruit juice, so I didn’t pour one for you. I’m sorry for

even if Clarence wanted to say he wanted

be polite for Benjamin to just say that he wasn’t thirsty and wouldn’t be drinking, then

filled with so much anger that he was

few minutes, and Florence had tried all sorts of

the more Florence wanted him to

catch

face carried a smile, he did it himself. He opened

the wine glass, stood up, and his expression was

the face examination last time, it’s my fault, I’m sorry. I’ve been blaming myself all this while.