My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Ernest was applying the ointment for Florence. Looking at the broken red lips, he felt sorrier and sorrier.

He even regretted it, blaming himself for being so rude just now.

He moved extremely carefully, bit by bit, afraid that it would cause pain.

The ointment made Florence feel cool. Still feeling pricking, Florence frowned.

“Does it hurt a lot?” Ernest asked in concern.

Florence looked up, only to find that worry was written all over his pretty eyes.

Inside, her face was reflected as well, so clear and enlarged.

It seemed that she was the only one in his eyes.

With such an illusion, Florence withdrew her gaze quickly.

She shook her head, “Nothing.”

Ernest still couldn’t rest assured. He pulled out the phone. “I’ll call my doctor to come over.”

“No, thanks.” Florence grabbed his hand to stop him immediately.

She said in a panic, “It’s really nothing. Please don’t make a fuss.”

Ernest’s big hand was grabbed by Florence’s.

He frowned, “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I am.” Florence nodded.

Ernest gave up the idea to make a phone call. He just remained in the posture, his hands grabbed by her.

Florence felt a bit weird, but she couldn’t tell why. After several seconds, she suddenly realized that she was still holding his hand, wrapping it completely.

It looked so intimate.

She was frightened and let go of him instantly. “I’m sorry. I was just anxious.”

Her flustered face looked more adorable in Ernest’s eyes.

He curled up his lips into a smile. “You don't need to apologize. You can hold my hand as long as you like.”

His tone was full of affection and ambiguity.

redder. She truly didn’t mean to do it, but how come he spoke in

returned to her senses from the embarrassment, Florence saw Ernest walking towards the bathroom. She understood that he was going to

go out first. Call me when

Do you want to go out in a bathrobe,” Ernest

was indeed not good for her to go out in

nothing

He didn’t close the door. Instead, he was leaning against

don’t mind

was

at all. When she was about to insist on

at me? Or, do you think you can’t help peeping at me?” Ernest said with a smile on his face.

her hands. “No,

at me, I don’t mind.” Ernest finished his words and walked into the bathroom, closing

the sound of closing the door, Florence stood at the spot with a blushed face in shyness. She didn’t know whether she should stay

mean that she wanted to peep at him or

if she didn’t go out, the walls of the bathroom were all glasses. Even if she

her current posture with her back to the bathroom, standing at the

and it was late at night. Besides, she had been

Ernest finished taking the shower, seeing she standing at the spot and

voice called her a silly

over and helped her up to stop

a warm embrace. Still dizzy, she opened her eyes and saw Ernest’s

bathroom, his skin was so fair that it was almost transparent, clean, and

as well, making her feel

to leave the man’s embrace. The other voice kept telling her that his embrace was

sleepiness won against her reason. Looking at him, she gradually closed her eyes

up his lips. He bent over and picked her up, carrying her to the big bed

he put her on the bed, turned off the light, lay next

so much in

was so wonderful to look at her

cherished such a chance so

great night. Both of them

chest in front of her. Her nose was filled

in a

was in

him away. When she saw Ernest’s face, she was

How come... Before she could figure it out, the scenes about things that

too

watched her active and

me and didn’t want to let go.