My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Florence treated Ernest’s wound carefully and she was highly tensed up during the whole process. She tried her best to be as gentle as possible so that Ernest would not feel too much pain.

She also asked from time to time, “Does it hurt?”

“Not so.”

Ernest’s tone was always flat, and his unfathomable gaze was fixed on Florence.

When Florence finally finished the treatment, her forehead had been covered with a layer of sweats as if she had experienced a marathon and had finished the full distance.

Florence took a deep breath. Right at this moment, Ernest extracted a napkin and then gently wiped away the sweats on her forehead.

He was so gentle and careful when doing that.

When she was bandaging the wound, it was also Ernest that wiped away the sweats for her.

“I can do it by myself.” Florence hastily took the napkin from Ernest and randomly wiped away the sweats. She suppressed the turmoil in her mind and looked at Ernest, “Mr. Hawkins, I should thank you for having block the oil for me.”

Otherwise, it would be her who got hurt.

Ernest looked at her meaningfully and naturally spoke, “How will you thank me?”

Florence was stunned and gazed at Ernest in disbelief. Naturally when people received the other’s gratitude, he/she would say ‘you’re welcome’. But it was the first time that Florence had been asked about the reward after expressing her gratitude.

It was really out of her expectations.

But Florence sincerely wanted to thank him, so she replied, “I will buy you some supplements next time.”

“I don’t want that.” Ernest refused without hesitation.

Florence was dumbfounded and asked unconsciously, “Then what do you want?”

“You.” Ernest stared at Florence and replied. His gaze was as unfathomable as a whirlpool and it seemed to suck her in.

Florence’s heart skipped one beat and then thumped wildly.

Her mind was in turmoil and she was so flustered that she didn’t know how to react.

Ernest watched her reaction with satisfaction and curled his thin lips into a light, charming smile.

approach her and said word by word in a low and teasing voice, “You should take care

“What?”

own senses and realized that

had gone

turned red

His action was so intimate

“Good girl.”

and felt that even her hair was

him in a panic and tidied up the

and found that it was late and she should

and then spoke, “Mr. Hawkins,

Florence in a casual tone and looked

hard to utter the

got his hand injured to protect her. She felt

and asked, “Do you have noodles at home? I can cook noodles for you.” [Note: The last

darkened with sexual desire brewing in

woman aware of what she

not received a response from Ernest and noticing that his expressions were weird, Florence asked,

with

muddle-headed. She wondered what had happened

So she didn’t think too much about it and went

into the kitchen after a

looked at him and hastily said, “Mr. Hawkins, the kitchen

he looked

waist from the back and put the

the man’s breathe from behind and it was as if he was hugging

thumped wildly. She wanted to push him away, but when she lowered her head, she saw that his wounded hand was holding the thin ribbon of the apron. Florence didn’t dare to move as she was

eyes on Florence,

lips

ambiguous voice, “Florence, you care about me more than

felt her ear

because of me and

“Yeah, it’s your responsibility.”

words meaningfully and there was an inexplicable