My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 318

Ernest zoned out as he looked at her. This woman had really taken care of him meticulously these few days.

She was so considerate that it made him who had originally given up regain hope.

He reached out and grabbed her small hand that was scooping peanuts.

Florence looked up at him and hurriedly explained, “After I scoop all the peanuts out, you’ll be able to eat it. Don’t mind, okay. It’ll take quite some time to cook this porridge. You’ll be starving if you wait for the next bowl of porridge to be served.”

“You’re so afraid that I’ll be starving?”

“Of course! You’re a patient.”

Ernest's eyes narrowed, “I’m also afraid that you’ll be starving.”

Florence froze abruptly. Her entire body felt as if she had been given an electric shock.

Was Ernest flirting with her? It was too unbearable as his words were too warm. Oh, she might not be able to hold back herself.

Looking at Florence’s cheeks that were as red as an apple, Ernest pursed his lips and smiled. He grabbed Florence’s little hand and stuffed the scoop with porridge and peanuts into Florence’s mouth.

The warm porridge reached her mouth and it tasted really good. Her stomach that had been empty all morning was instantly even hungrier.

Florence was surprised, “What are you doing? I’m not hungry?”

She wanted to refuse but Ernest held her hand and scooped another spoonful of porridge.

There were no peanuts on the spoonful of porridge as they had been scooped away just now. So, he moved it to his mouth and ate it.

“You eat if there are peanuts, I eat if there are no peanuts.”

In this way, there would not be any wastage and they also did not need to be hungry.

It was a good way, but…

Florence looked at that spoon and her cheeks blushed even more. He took a bite and then she took a bite and it was even the same spoon. This was even more intimate than indirect kissing.

Timothy, who was on the side, was already covering his face as he could not look at the scene anymore.

Had anyone ever considered his feelings as a bachelor? They were so lovey-dovey so he really could not hold back anymore. They could be so lovey-dovey even though they were just eating porridge, did they have a limit?!

Florence blushed while eating half a bowl of the porridge. She was full.

Originally, she should only eat the layer that had peanuts on it. However, whenever Ernest scooped, a few peanuts would always fall, resulting in her having to eat another spoonful. To be like this back and forth, she eventually became the one who ate the most.

She somewhat suspected that Ernest deliberately did it.

Ernest, however, said, “I have an injury on my hand so my hand can’t move normally. I can’t even hold the spoon steadily.”

Seeing him like this, Florence’s suspicion in her mind instantly disappeared and totally turned into feelings in which her heart ached for him.

“Does it hurt? Do you need me to call a doctor to take a look and to reapply some medicine again?”

Seeing Florence’s concerned look, Ernest’s mood could not help but become very good.

His face, however, did not show any expression. He just slightly shook his head.

“A little only, I can bear it.”

Florence’s heart instantly ached for him even more. She was reluctant to even let Ernest drink a cup of water on his own.

Timothy, who was on the side, was already showing a lifeless look and he was speechless.

Sir’s arm that was holding the spoon apparently only had a little skin scraping injury, right? If it was in the past, with that kind of injury, he would not even frown. But now, he surprisingly said that he needed to bear…

Alas, a man in love was hopeless.

Timothy secretly walked out and silently closed the door. Although he was responsible for staying beside Ernest at all times, Florence was here so it was better that he retreated. Otherwise, he would probably be fed up upon continuously seeing that lovey-dovey scene.

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The relationship between Florence and Ernest unknowingly became better and better. They were getting along pretty well.

Florence also became the owner of this ward as she stayed here for twenty-four hours. She ate and slept together with Ernest and anyone who came to the ward would always see Florence first.

The doctors had long been accustomed to Florence’s presence. They were also accustomed to the lovey-dovey scene that was shown from time to time.

Ernest’s mood was getting better and better. Since Florence came, he rarely got angry and never showed a cold face.