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?

his hands were no wounds, what’s

and said, “I made a mistake, Mr. Jenkins

Ernest smiled coldly.

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

careful and replied without thinking,

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

an obvious

stunned and at a loss for words, his expression changed

of his traps, and even told him the characteristics of Collin’s fingers! Did he know this through investigation or

this, how did

that he wanted to flip the

about this, two servants walked over carrying fruit juice and

table orderly, and said politely, “Miss,

“Fruit…”

thought of something. She waved her hand and said, “It’s okay,

anything please give

The two servants retreated.

opened the bottle of fruit

one cup in front of Ernest, and

took the fruit juice, gave it a shake, and said

injured 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 not accompanying you

wanted to say he wanted to

that he wasn’t thirsty and wouldn’t be drinking,

was filled with so much anger that

less than a few minutes, and Florence had tried all sorts of methods to get him

to leave, the more

rare opportunity for him to catch

himself. He opened the bottle of wine and poured himself a

the wine glass, stood up, and

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