My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 311

It was quiet in the room of darkness. With the sound of the steady breath, it seemed everyone was sleeping soundly.

At midnight.

Ernest slowly opened his eyes. Looking at the darkness, he hesitated for a moment.

He slightly sat up and saw the muddled woman on the sofa through the darkness.

She was sleeping soundly.

In the past two nights, he couldn’t sleep tight because of the injury. Sometimes, he was thirty, and he would ask the nursing worker to pour the water for him. However, it was Florence taking care of him tonight...

He paused for a bit, then lifted his quilt gently without any hesitation, ready to get off from the bed.

However, as soon as he moved, the woman muffled, “What’s up?”

As she spoke, Florence got up from the sofa immediately. In the dark, she walked to Ernest.

Seeing that Ernest had sat up, she immediately stood in his way.

“Are you going to use the bathroom?”

In the dark, they couldn’t see each other’s face clearly, but Ernest gazed at her outline.

He was quite surprised. “Haven’t you fallen asleep yet?”

“Yes, I have.” Florence shook her head, wondering if she should turn on the light.

Ernest asked again, “How come you woke up, then? I remember you always sleep like a log.”

“You are injured. I dare not to sleep too soundly,” Florence answered quite naturally as if that was what she ought to be.

However, her answer shook Ernest’s heart. He looked at the woman in front incredibly.

He wondered if it meant that she cared about him.

Noticing that Ernest kept a long silence, Florence panicked. “What happened? Are you feeling not well? I’ll call the doctor over right now.”

As she spoke, Florence was ready to trot out of the ward, but her wrist was grabbed by his big and thick hand.

She was taken aback.

Ernest stared at her in the darkness and said in a deep voice, “I’m just thirsty.”

Florence breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he didn’t feel any pain.

Immediately, she said, “A moment, please. I’ll pour the water for you.”

Shortly, Florence poured a glass of warm water from the mini-kitchen. She had put some water in the thermos cup in advance, which could keep the water warm for twelve hours. When she poured the water, the temperature was just good for drinking.

Standing beside the bed, she handed the water to him and said, “Let me know whatever you want to do. Don’t get off from the bed by yourself.”

She wondered if he would stagger over to look for the water in case she hadn’t woken up just now. It was back for his recovery.

Looking at Florence’s solemn face, Ernest felt as if his heart was gently touched by a feather, which kept trembling.

Raising his hand, he lifted a corner of the quilt that she just tucked him in and patted the space next to him.

“Get in.”

Florence gaped at him. “What?”

“I’m a bit cold.”

She guessed if he implied that he needed someone’s body to warm him up.

Florence was confused. Subconsciously, she said, “I’ll give you another quilt.”

Ernest said in a deep voice. “I can’t have anything heavy on me, which would press my wounds.”

“Well... How about I turn on the air conditioner?”

“The air would be quite dry, which is bad for my wounds to recover.”

Florence was speechless.

It seemed that all his words made sense. Hence, her body temperature should be the best solution.

However, looking at the limited space next to Ernest, Florence blushed.