My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 162

Florence was accustomed to it that Ernest would take care of her and treated her well in every aspect.

But she was a bit discomposed. She could console herself that he treats her especially well because she was recovering from the wounds.

It was not a big deal.

Most of the time, Ernest would stay together with Florence every day to take care of her and accompany her. But as he still had some work to attend to, he would squeeze out some time every day and work in the study.

Florence became more flustered when found out that she would have a tough time every time when Ernest was busy with his work and that she would subconsciously wait for him until he come back.

She actually formed such a habit after getting along with him and became independent on him. But this made her feel discomposed.

If this kept going on, would she get accustomed to him and couldn’t leave him any longer?

When Florence was lost in her random thoughts, the door was opened from outside with a clicking sound.

Florence became nervous.

Was Ernest back?

Florence felt like her heart had flied to the door, but she was in a dilemma, not knowing whether she should come to the door to welcome him. She lowered her head, pretending that she was playing with her phone. She didn’t even cast a glance towards the door.

Then, she heard some footsteps. It sounded like someone was walking towards her.

One step…

Two steps…

Three steps…

The person stopped by her bedside.

Florence’s heartbeat became quicker. She secretly looked up towards the bedside, only to see a pair of fair and tender calves.

It was not Ernest?

Florence abruptly looked up and unexpected, she saw Charlotte.

Charlotte gazed at Florence in confusion, “Sis, what’s wrong with you?”

“No… Nothing.”

Florence hurriedly replied. She didn’t dare to look at Charlotte and she was utterly confused.

Why did she think that it was Ernest? Or could it be that she was anticipating about Ernest’s backing?

She felt distraught when thinking of this.

Not daring to think over it any longer, Florence hastily changed the topic and asked, “Charlotte, why are you here?”

“Ernest has been taking care of you during these two days, even leaving no chance for us to have a conversation.”

Charlotte looked at Florence worriedly, “Sis, how do you feel now? You had no chance to tell us the truth before, right? Ernest is taking care of you so carefully and thoughtfully, is it because you’re seriously injured?”

Ernest had taken care of her so carefully to the extent as if Florence was seriously wounded, exactly, as if she was having an incurable disease.

Florence felt a bit speechless, yet she also felt sweet at the same time.

She shook her head, “Nope, I feel quite good. And my wounds will probably be healed several days later.”

“Oh, great.”

Charlotte nodded her head, but she still knitted her brows, “Ernest looks tired after taking care of you for several consecutive days and he didn’t have time to attend to his own business. Every time he rushed to the study and he was so busy that he seldom drink water.”

Florence was surprised and stunned. It was true that Ernest didn’t work in the study for too long every day.

She originally thought that it was because he had little work to attend to plus that he was effective, but she hadn’t expected that he was in such a rush and had made use of every minute.

She was not a seriously injured patient. Moreover, every time when he finished his work, he came to her bedroom and simply sat by her side to accompany her.

Why was he in a rush?

Florence’s mind was occupied by this matter. There was an obvious reason for this, but she didn’t dare to admit it easily.

Charlotte hesitated for a while and then suddenly grabbed Florence’s hand, “Sis, it’s inconvenient for you to take care of Ernest now. Can you tell me when Ernest will go to the study, which kind of beverage does he like and which kind of dessert does he like? I can send these things to him on behalf of you.”

If someone sent food and beverage to him, Ernest would eat them, more or less.