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?

“Oh, were there no wounds on Collin’s hands? I must have remembered wrongly, on his hands were no wounds, what’s more, he studies medicine, he has taken care of his fingers very well, they’re also

“I made a mistake, Mr. Jenkins

Ernest smiled coldly.

through Benjamin’s sinister trap immediately. He was talking about feeling sorry, but in fact, he wanted to talk about the softness of Collin’s

and replied without

contrary, his bones are very hard and strong. Even if Mr. Turner you want to

an obvious mock

and at a loss for words, his expression changed again and

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

did he know all this, how did he have such an understanding on

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

this, two servants walked

placed the fruit juice and red wine on the table orderly, and said politely, “Miss, Mr. Jenkins, Mr. Turner, what

“Fruit…”

mouth but suddenly thought of something. She waved her hand and said, “It’s okay, I’ll help myself, you guys go busy

please give us a

The two servants retreated.

the bottle of fruit juice, and poured out

in front of Ernest, and another in

fruit juice, gave it a shake, and said to

only fruit juice. I think you wouldn’t like this type of

said this, even if Clarence wanted to say he wanted

said, it would only be polite for Benjamin to just say that he wasn’t thirsty

much anger that he was about to

few minutes, and Florence had tried all sorts of methods to get

Florence wanted him to leave, the more he didn’t want

him to catch Ernest, how would he give

smile, he did it himself. He opened

up,

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