My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 692

“Don’t you know it?” Bonnie asked in surprise, looking quite complacent in an instant.

It seemed she suddenly became more superior to Florence since she knew what Ernest was working at.

Florence choked up. She wanted to hear her answer, so she didn’t mind Bonnie’s attitude.

“No, I don’t know much about it. Please tell me.”

“Ha ha ha... Although Ernest treats you better, you are still a woman. What a man is doing won’t be disclosed to you either.”

Bonnie looked at Florence in disdain and said ironically, “It turns out you are no different from us at all.”

Florence was speechless.

However, according to what Bonnie said, she wondered if all women here were the same - when men were doing things, they didn’t tell the women anything.

Florence suppressed the upset in her heart, “Right. I agree. Could you please tell me then?”

She eagerly wanted to know what on earth Ernest was doing.

Bonnie raised her eyebrows complacently and said loudly, “Out of my kindness, I can tell you. Ernest...”

“Have you done?”

Suddenly, the door curtain was pulled open from the outside. The woman walked in with a darkened face.

Bonnie was startled. The cotton swab in her hand was poked on Florence’s arm again. Florence inhaled in pain.

However, Bonnie didn’t care about it at all.

She turned around and said to that woman in a panic, “Almost. Mom. Almost.”

The woman disliked it if they did things too slowly. Since Bonnie was chatting with Florence, she had wasted a lot of time.

Bonnie blamed Florence for making her scolded.

Thinking of that, she glared at Florence unhappily.

The woman stood next to them and continued scolding, “It’s just a small wound. Just get it down quickly. It’s lunchtime now. Do you want the men to wait for you?”

Upon hearing it, Bonnie lowered her head. She quickened what she was doing and made it quite perfunctorily.

Florence frowned. Right then, she didn’t think it would be possible to get the answer from Bonnie.

Bonnie packed everything in the medical kit.

Looking at Florence, she asked, “Can you walk?” After a hesitation, she added reluctantly, “I can help you up.”

Florence’s ankle had been swollen up. If she walked, it would hurt a lot.

Normally, she should lie on the bed without walking.

However, she was quite starved now.

Since she woke up till now, she hadn’t eaten anything. When she was in a coma, she was fed with some nutrient solution at the most.

Besides, she had been hungry in the snow land for several days. Hence, she needed to eat hot dishes so eagerly.

After hesitating for a short while, Florence sat up and got off the bed determinedly.

“I can walk.”

Bearing the pain, she tried to move forward slowly.

As soon as the twisted ankle touched the ground and was lifted, although it was just one or two seconds, Florence inhaled in pain.

She stood up with one food, feeling so upset.

She was hungry and her ankle hurt.

In this place, she didn’t think food would be delivered to her room without asking.

Florence felt quite upset. She couldn’t suppress her depression and explained to Ernest, “He’s afraid I’ll get cripple, so he held me in anxiety.”

Ernest was a bit taken aback, looking at Florence deeply in a complication.

The aura emanated from him became more stressed.

Florence looked into his eyes, feeling more upset.

Subconsciously, she looked away to avoid eye contact with him.

Ernest’s eyes were complicated and deep as if he was trying his best to suppress some boiling emotion.

Then, pressing his lips, he turned around and pushed the wheelchair at the door over.

He said, “Sit on it.”

Florence looked at the wheelchair.

The upset in her heart suddenly vanished.

She understood that for some objective reasons, Ernest couldn’t hold her or take care of her, but he found her a wheelchair so that she could go around more conveniently.

He was quite considerate, and he still cared and loved her.

Florence decided to be more open-minded.

She raised her head and smiled. Obediently nodding, she said, “Okay.”

The woman’s face became darkened when standing aside. She disliked Florence more.

She said sarcastically, “You are way too squeamish. That’s just a minor injury. How do you need to take a wheelchair? My knee was injured so seriously, but I’m still walking around.”

Florence’s mouth corners twitched.