My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Although Florence was supporting Ernest, Ernest was really tall and it looked like he was hugging Florence with his arm on her shoulder.

Georgia shook her head helpless.

She was clear that even though Ernest was injured seriously, the wounds on his legs were not that seriously. Therefore, he insisted on walking to the toilet by himself although his steps were slow.

Nevertheless, when Florence was here, Ernest immediately became so weak and asked her to help him.

Yet the two still wanted to cancel their engagement? Oh, stop making a fuss.

She should come back to prepare for their wedding. The sooner it could be held, the better. It would be the best if Ernest could attend the wedding the moment he was discharged from the hospital.

Florence and Ernest walked into the toilet and she carefully helped Ernest sit on the toilet bowl.

But she was then stunned by a second thought and felt embarrassed.

Ernest put all his weight on her and it looked like he couldn’t stand by himself. Nevertheless, he wanted to pee. Should she help him by his side and watching him peeing?

That was really shameful.

Ernest simply stood there and slightly tilted his head to appreciate the complicated and wonderful expressional changes on Florence’s palm-sized face.

She didn’t cry now.

Ernest felt it interesting and had an impulse to play joke at her. He waved his arm that was bandaged just now at Florence and whispered in her ear, “My arm is injured. And it’s inconvenient for me to do that.”

Florence abruptly shivered and her face got redder.

It was inconvenient for him to use his hand, so he asked her to take off his pants?

She and Ernest hadn’t had sex yet, and now she had to watch him peeing?

Florence felt very shameful when thinking of this.

But as he couldn’t use his hand, she was the only one who could help him.

Moreover, she said resolutely that she was here to take care of him.

Florence was in a dilemma. She hesitated for a long while and finally made up her mind.

With a blushed face, she stiffly reached out her hand towards his lower body.

hand touched his waist, Ernest froze and his lines of sights

was only playing a joke with her, but he hadn’t expected

This woman…

grabbed her hand, “Do

and she felt the skin touched by him

knew what this meant. What they were doing now was a

she did not resist of such kind of things any

and closed her eyes,

when seeing that Florence was trying

that she didn’t love him and if he didn’t know that she came here to return his

he knew deep down that if this continued,

by his side

“Get out.”

a deep breath to suppress the surging emotions in his heart and said in a

eyes in

uneasily, “My hands are still

disability were

and she became more embarrassed. Did she misunderstand it just

How embarrassing!

you… Call me

ran out of the toilet with her hands covering

into the thin air. What a ridiculous thing! How

a complicated expression on his face, Ernest

hard he had tried to control himself just now. He really had the impulse to confine Florence by his

kept stimulating

by her side and he would

wouldn’t want

VIP ward was indeed a suite, which concluded a living room, sofas, kitchen

to sleep on the sofa and took all her personal

was sitting on the bed, slightly furrowed his brows when seeing Florence taking

at night. You don’t

spread the blanket she brought on the sofa

words made Ernest

Ernest still said aloofly, “They’re professional nurses and they’re better

“It’s different.”

implied that she was not a proper candidate to take care

reached out to touch his forehead. Then she touched her own

you a lot and definitely I will be more careful and thoughtful than them. If you’re dissatisfied with