My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 119

Noticing that Florence was sitting motionlessly, Ernest looked up at her, “Don’t you like it?”

“Not really.”

Florence shook her head. She passed the lunch box back to Ernest. “It takes good. Why don’t you have this?” The noodles tasted quite bad.

“I don’t eat others’ food,” Ernest answered firmly.

He used the chopsticks to pick up a bunch of noodles, and he soon finished the whole bowl of noodles.

Florence looked at him in surprise. She hardly could believe what she had heard.

Did Ernest say that things brought by Gemma were “others’ food”?

Wasn’t Gemma his girlfriend?

Confusion surged in her heart, making Florence quite puzzled. Suddenly she raised an idea that had never occurred to her before.

Was it possible that between Ernest and Gemma...

She finished eating while feeling complicated. Seeing that there was nothing else for her to do for Ernest, Florence told him that she would go back home.

Ernest gazed at her.

Then he said in a tone as if he was giving a command, “Stay here tonight.”

Florence blushed, shaking her head. “No, thanks. I need to go home.”

How could she stay overnight in a man’s house for no reason? She wondered what was on Ernest’s mind when he requested her just now.

Florence turned around and was about to walk outside, but her wrist was grabbed by Ernest’s big hand.

He said naturally, “If you leave, whom I should call for help if I want to drink water at night?”

After a pause, he added, “The noodles just now were so salty.”

Florence was speechless. She watched him finish the whole bowl of noodles. She thought his sense of taste didn’t work and couldn’t find how salty the noodles were.

“But Mr. Hawkins, it was your left hand that’s injured. You can pour the water using your right hand.”

Ernest looked more annoyed. He gazed at Florence with seriousness.

“So don’t you want to be responsible?”

Florence couldn’t understand why it had something to do with being responsible.

She felt so depressed and aggrieved. When she was about to reason with him, suddenly Ernest covered his arm under the bandage and a hint of pain appeared on his face.

“What’s wrong, Mr. Hawkins?”

Florence’s heart instantly jumped to her throat. Worried, she reached out to grab his hand.

Ernest, however, dodged from his hand, looking quite cold and aloof.

“You don’t need to worry about me. Go home.”

How could Florence go home with relief now? She blurted out, “I won’t go home tonight. Let me take a look at your arm. Has the infection become worse?”

They didn’t go to the hospital. She was always uneasy about his bandage wound.

A complacent smile flashed through Ernest’s eyes. Then he let Florence take his hand.

He said in a light tone, “It’s all right now. Just now it hurt a bit suddenly.”

‘It hurt a bit suddenly?’ Florence reechoed his words inwardly.

She looked at Ernest doubtfully, only to find that his handsome face returned to a noble look without any frown because of the pain.

Seemingly the pain he felt just now was a dream or an affectation.

Florence felt a little bit of migraine between her eyebrows. The elegant and noble Ernest Hawkins shouldn’t have done such a childish thing, should he?

Meeting Florence’s doubtful gaze, Ernest felt a bit awkward. He strode towards his bedroom.

“It’s time for bed.”

Upon hearing it, the confusion in Florence’s heart immediately changed into shame and uneasiness.

There were only one bedroom and one bed in Ernest’s villa.

She wondered if she needed to sleep with him on the same bed again tonight.

Florence moved slowly -- she didn’t want to go there at all.