My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Ernest had been in a high position and rarely concerned about others, not to mention saying something hypocritical. So this was definitely his inner thought – he was worrying about her.

He worried about her so much, even to the extent that he would take care of her in person because he didn’t allow any other accidents to happen again.

Florence felt touch because the noble Ernest actually wanted to take care of her personally.

She gazed at Ernest, “Have you studied medicine?”

Ernest was choked.

With a gloomy expression, he replied in a low voice, “Yes.”

Florence felt a bit relieved. At least she could console herself to regard him as a professional doctor.

Harold interrupted them, “Ernest has been studying medicine recently because you frequently got sick or got injured during this period of time.”

Florence also spurted out the water that she drank just now.

She looked at Ernest in disbelief and her expressions were quite complicated.

“Stop talking bullshits.” Ernest interrupted him unpleasantly and asked him to leave without even caring about his feelings, “You can leave now.”

Harold twitched his mouth, “Kicking down the ladder and valuing your lover more than your brother, what a man.”

Ernest, who was going to pick up a bottle of liquid medicine from the medical kit, paused, and then picked up an exquisite and sharp scalpel instead.

“How do you want me to value you?” Ernest shook the sharp scalpel in front of him and Harold felt scared.

Ernest was really frenzied!

“No… No need. Don’t value me, just value Florence. I have something to attend to and I have to go now. Bye.”

After finishing the words, Harold ran out of the room quickly without even caring about his own image.

When the door was closed, there were only Ernest and Florence in the room.

Florence felt a headache when seeing picking up the liquid medicine again. She felt awkward when thinking that Ernest would change the medicine and bandage for her and that she had wounds all over.

It’s inconvenient for me to help me apply the medicine. You can call Charlotte here.

hand has been

his hand into a fist. His fingers were slender

Florence still remembered that his hand was bandaged yesterday, how could it be healed

Ernest approached her. His handsome face was so close

in a deep voice,

pitch of the violoncello. It was charming and

even more flustered and she flushed

wounds are not that serious. I

Florence reached out to grab the liquid medicine from Ernest, but Ernest dodged her effortlessly and Florence only managed to grab his

healthy and powerful. It was cold and it felt comfortable when touching

that was not

withdrew her hand. She felt more awkward when

Florence just now, Ernest pressed his lips together and

his eyes at her

a woman’s struggling

to push

seemed like if she kept

were the only persons in

the head of the bed nervously and dared not

became obedient, Ernest pressed his lips and approached her with the bottle

repeated, “Take off

if he was simply an indifferent

romantic atmosphere was

She could regard Ernest as a doctor,

at the

stiffly and slowly unbuttoned her cloth. Her movement was so slow that

at

was always patient and tolerant to

then straightly unclasped the button that Florence had been unclasping

the second button, then the

and she could see her

she felt extremely embarrassed at the

you not look