My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 181

In the morning the next day, Florence woke up quite early.

As usual, when she woke up and opened her eyes, she saw Ernest’s enlarged handsome face in front of her. She was nestling in his arms again.

He was holding her, and her hands were on his waist.

The scene was quite harmonious.

However, Florence couldn’t remember when she hugged him and fell asleep with him last night. She could only remember that when she fell asleep, she was leaning against the edge of the bed.

Florence felt a bit depressed.

Taking a glance at Ernest, she found that he was still sleeping soundly. She withdrew herself from his arms as softly as possible.

Then she lifted the quilt and got off from the bed.

Carefully, she looked back, only to find that Ernest was still sleeping tightly. He wasn’t woken up by her.

She felt a bit surprised. Ernest was always a light sleeper. Usually under such a circumstance, if she moved a bit, he would wake up for sure.

Today it seemed that he didn’t wake up at all.

Florence frowned, wondering if the drug effect was too fierce last night so Ernest was worn out without any energy.

It was pretty possible.

Before Harold left, he said Ernest should drink more milk in recent two days. Florence thought for a moment, and then she walked out of the room tiptoed.

Shortly, she came back with a glass of warm milk in her hands.

When she was walking to the bedside, Ernest’s eyelashes moved a bit. Then he opened his eyes.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Ernest saw Florence, who was still in pajamas with a glass of milk in her hands.

He was slightly shocked, and he thought that he was still in a dream.

However, he saw Florence walking to the side of his bed and looking at him with concern.

“Are you awake? How are you feeling now?”

Her voice was quite clear and melodic, sounding pleasant and sincere.

Ernest was quite surprised. “Why did you get up so early?”

In recent days, Florence always slept in. She always woke up later than he did.

Every morning, he would stare at her who was nestling in his arms, waiting for her to wake up.

“I simply woke up.”

As she spoke, Florence reached the bedside and handed the glass of milk to Ernest. “The temperature is just right. Drink it.”

“Breakfast for me?”

Ernest was more surprised.

Florence had prepared breakfast for him and delivered it to the bed. It was the very first time.

Since it happened so suddenly, Ernest didn’t feel moved. He thought something must have gone wrong. Studying Florence’s expression carefully, he glinted at her face as if his sight would burn a hole on it.

Under his gaze, Florence felt quite embarrassed. It was indeed quite ambiguous for her to prepare the breakfast milk for him.

She looked away and said, “Harold said you need to drink more milk, so...”

It turned out to be like this.

The glint in Ernest’s eyes was dimmed a bit. Reaching out, he took over the milk.

The milk was warm, and it warmed up his hands.

If he could always drink a glass of milk prepared by her every day, he would be in quite a good mood since the morning.

“You don’t need to heat the milk for me in the morning. I can drink one more glass when having breakfast.”

Although he liked to be treated in this way, he didn’t want her to heat the milk for him as soon as she woke up.

He kept her to stay with him not for enjoying her service.

At the thought of it, Ernest suddenly thought about something else.

His sharp gaze fell on Florence’s leg. Much to his surprise, the bruises still remained on Florence’s leg yesterday, but now they had completely gone.

Moreover, the wound on her arm had disappeared like a miracle.