My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 117

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.

He leaned forward to approach her and said word by word in a low and teasing voice, “You should take care of me during this period of time.”

“What?”

Florence finally came back to her own senses and realized that he simply wanted her to take care of him…

Her thoughts had gone wild just now.

Her face uncontrollably turned red and flustered, she answered, “Okay.”

Ernest raised his right hand and stroked her head. His action was so intimate as if he was stoking a puppy.

“Good girl.”

Florence was stunned and felt that even her hair was burning in an instant.

She dodged him in a panic and tidied up the medical kit hurry-scurry.

She then looked up at the sky and found that it was late and she should come back.

She prepared inwardly and then spoke, “Mr. Hawkins, I…”

“I’m hungry.” Ernest interrupted Florence in a casual tone and looked into her eyes.

Florence found it hard to utter the unspoken words.

Ernest hadn’t eaten too much tonight and got his hand injured to protect her. She felt guilty when thinking about this.

Florence hesitated for a while and asked, “Do you have noodles at home? I can cook noodles for you.” [Note: The last sentence is a double entendre. It means: You can eat my pussy.]

Ernest’s gaze darkened with sexual desire brewing in them.

Was this woman aware of what she was talking about?

Having not received a response from Ernest and noticing that his expressions were weird, Florence asked, “You don’t like noodles?”