My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 129: The 38th Parallel

Florence’s cheeks reddened even more. Her eyes sparkled and she did not dare to look at him.

She said stiffly, “I, I am just giving humanitarian concern. If others are hurt, I’ll also be like that.”

“You’ll also hold others’ hand?”

The aura on Ernest’s body instantly sank. He clasped Florence’s jaw with one hand, forcing her to look at him.

His eyes narrowed while he looked at her. His gaze was so dangerous that when he stared at her, he looked like a wolf.

It seemed that he would become fierce any time and suddenly went to eat her.

Being stared like this, Florence was panicked and a little abashed, “Not really…”

Ernest’s face only then looked slightly better but his tone was extraordinarily domineering.

“You’re my woman. You aren’t allowed to touch others regardless of what situation it is, understand?”

Florence’s heart abruptly throbbed wildly.

What did he mean by she was his woman, when did she become his woman.

They absolutely did not have that kind of relationship, okay?

When Charlotte walked over, she saw that they were so intimate that they seemed to be kissing each other. She felt bad and was extremely green with envy.

She intentionally raised her voice volume and spoke in surprise.

“Ernest, there is ash on your gauze. Have you knocked into something or hurt yourself?”

The meandering atmosphere was instantly ruined by Charlotte’s words.

Ernest frowned in displeasure and began to slightly regret letting her come over to stay here. He intended to send her back tomorrow.

Florence hurriedly pushed Ernest’s hand away. Her gaze also instantly fell on Ernest’s left hand.

The dumpling-like gauze on his hand was indeed stained with a little ash.

But it was just a little, not to the extent that he had knocked into something.

Looking at Ernest, Florence said, “I think you should change your gauze?” She knew that he was a neat freak.

Ernest did not express an opinion and just nodded.

Florence and Ernest were about to go to the room but at this moment, Charlotte took the initiative to move forward and self-volunteer.

“Ernest, let me change it for you. I took a nursing course when I was in university. I can do these basic treatments.”

“No need.”

Ernest coldly refused. He did not even look at Charlotte and strode towards the bedroom.

Charlotte was a little disappointed but she was reconciled. She added.

“But my elder sister has never learnt it, she can’t do it well.”

Ernest still ignored her.

As Florence’s skill was being questioned like this, she was a little unhappy. Ernest’s wound was dealt with by her and it was also bandaged up by her. Even though it did not look like it was bandaged up by someone who was professional and the bandages also looked slightly messy like a dumpling, at least…

It was still acceptable, right.

“Charlotte, you should go to bed now.”

Florence said in a deep voice and also walked past Charlotte towards the bedroom.

Charlotte followed Florence and said while walking, “Florence, you persuade Ernest. Let me change for him. You don’t know how to do it properly and if you let Ernest hurt again…”

“That isn’t something you should worry about.”

Florence suddenly interrupted Charlotte. She gazed at Charlotte with a little stern.

Charlotte was also slightly infuriated and was very discontented, “He will be my brother-in-law in the future. Shouldn’t I care about him?”

“Then you should wait until he becomes your family.”

After uttering this sentence with a deep voice, Florence turned around and left.

It was too early that Charlotte kept mentioning Ernest and family now. Besides, in the future, they would not really get married.

So, Charlotte’s concern for Ernest was really unnecessary.

Charlotte looked at Florence’s back in anger and her eyes flashed with envy and fury. In the past, she already felt that Florence was an eyesore but now, she felt that she was exceptionally annoying.

Florence did not let her care about Ernest and did not let her approach Ernest. Was Florence defending him against her? But even if Florence did so, she still had ways and would definitely let Ernest become her man.

When Florence went to the bedroom, Ernest put away the medical kit and was already sitting on the sofa waiting for her.

Ernest naturally reached out his hand that was wrapped with gauze to her.

When Florence looked at the hand in front of her which was wrapped like a dumpling, Charlotte’s words still inevitably lingered in her mind.

She was indeed not professional.

When applying the ointment, it was all taught by Ernest step by step. Also, she could not bandage up his wound well.

She hesitated for a while and said, “Mr. Hawkins, I think I should let Harold come to help you, he is a professional. It is better to let him re-treat your wound again.”

Ernest’s eyes narrowed, “Are you doubting my knowledge level?”

Florence froze for a moment and understood what he meant. The steps of applying the ointment were taught by him. Since she suggested finding a professional now, she was doubting that his level was bad.

Florence hurriedly shook her head, “No, I, I mean I can’t deal with it well.”

“I think it looks pretty fine and has no problem.”

Ernest spoke with certainty.

Florence choked and instantly became speechless.

She had not learnt it and she did not know the knowledge of this aspect. In this aspect, she was totally a newbie. She simply could not find a suitable reason to refute him.

Anyway, it was Ernest’s hand. Since he said that there was no problem, there was no problem then.

Florence was also no longer contrived. She carefully uncovered Ernest’s gauze bit by bit.

After reapplying the ointment, she bandaged his wound with special care this time. She also wrapped the gauze in a particularly good-looking manner in which it looked pretty proper and regular.

Ernest gazed at Florence. Seeing her being so serious and meticulous, his lips could not help but curl.

This woman was concerned about him.

After the actions of putting things back properly, reapplying ointment and getting washed were all done, Florence lay on the bed in exhaustion.

She almost fell asleep on this bed. She could also smell Ernest’s scent which was familiar to her.

Her heartbeats uncontrollably quickened.

Not daring to continue thinking, she moved to the side of the bed with her back facing the other side of the bed. She covered herself with a quilt and slept.

Not long after, Ernest finished taking a shower and came out of the bathroom.

Seeing the little woman who was sleeping at the side of the bed, his eyes darkened.

She thought that she could keep a distance from her just like this?

Naive.

When he went to the bed, his tall body leaned over and he naturally lay beside her at a very close distance.

He reached out and wrapped around her waist. With a pull, he embraced her in his arms.

As he had just taken a shower, there was a fragrant and fresh scent of body wash on his body. It was similar to the one on her body and it was so similar that one could not calm him or herself.

Florence’s entire body stiffened and she hurriedly pushed him away.

She said seriously, “Mr. Hawkins, you’ve said that you won’t paw me.”

“I’m just sleeping.” Ernest showed a face of righteousness.

Florence’s lips slightly twitched. Was sleeping and spooning having any direct relationship? All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

She struggled out of his arms and sat up, putting a pillow between him and her.

“You go back to that side. No one is allowed to cross this pillow tonight.”

Ernest was in displeasure, “Childish.”

Florence’s face also burnt in embarrassment. Only primary school students would do a kind of thing like having a line like the 38th Parallel in between.

But tonight, she could not get so close to him or even slept with him in a spooning position, right?

She and he could not continue to do messy things anymore.

Florence took the pillow with a serious face, “Anyway, this pillow is the line, no one can cross it. Otherwise, I will rather not sleep tonight.”

Ernest’s handsome face instantaneously darkened. He gazed at Florence with an extremely dangerous expression.