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?

wrongly, on his hands were no wounds, what’s

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

Ernest smiled coldly.

could see through Benjamin’s sinister trap immediately. He was talking about feeling sorry, but in fact, he wanted

without thinking, he would have been caught

strong. Even if Mr. Turner you want to have a go with him, I don’t think

rebuttal carried an obvious mock

at a loss for words,

fallen into any of his traps, and even told him the characteristics

all this, how did he have such an understanding on

so mad that he wanted to flip the table, Ernest’s preparation was

two servants walked over carrying fruit juice and

and said politely, “Miss, Mr. Jenkins, Mr. Turner, what

“Fruit…”

hand and said, “It’s okay,

if there’s anything please give us

The two servants retreated.

the bottle of

one cup in front of

the fruit juice, gave it a shake, and said to Benjamin with a surface-level

is injured and can’t drink wine, only fruit juice. I think you wouldn’t like this type of fruit juice,

even if Clarence wanted to say

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

much anger that

a few minutes, and Florence had tried all

wanted him to leave, the more

opportunity for him to catch Ernest, how would he give

did it himself. He opened the bottle of wine and poured

held the wine glass, stood up,

examination last time, it’s my fault, I’m sorry. I’ve been blaming myself all this while. Let me toast you to show