My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 782

Bonnie obediently helped Hector to walk inside.

They were so close to each other that Bonnie could feel the change of emotion and status of Hector. In front of Florence, he was so drawn and weak, but once Florence was away, he was even reluctant to pretend.

From the beginning to the end, his eyes were glued to Florence, with only her presence in his eyes.

Why he was so fond of Florence?

But Florence didn't even care about the seriously injured him ......

In contrast, Bonnie felt a pang in her heart, feeling unworthy for Duke Hector. Moreover, an inexplicable emotion was bulging in her chest, making her emotionally depressed and a bit uncomfortable.

Florence and Ernest walked into the hall.

After walking in, Florence asked Ernest to sit down, quickly took out the medicine kit, and then she started to dress the wound for Ernest.

The wound was really insignificant, but she handled it very carefully, without any complaints.

For one thing, even such a small wound really hurt her heart. For another, after Ernest's reminder of his injury, it occurred to her that she should keep away from Hector.

After all, there was still Bonnie there to look after Hector too.

She was always the one to go. If Hector didn’t accept her refusal, she had to keep away from him as much as possible and not let him fall deeper.

"Ouch ...... that hurts ......"

Between thoughts, the man's wailing voice came from the doorway.

Hector walked in with a painful face, supported by Bonnie, and that movement was extremely slow and stiff, very hard before he sat down in the chair.

He covered the wound on his chest and kept wailing.

"It hurts so much. Am I going to die, Florence? Can I still marry you ......"

Hearing his words, Florence's heart burst out several beats faster, a little uneasy.

Was Hector's injury really that serious?

She was a little worried and subconsciously wanted to twist her head to take a look, but Ernest's hand suddenly rested on hers, grabbed her small hand holding the cotton swab and commanded.

"Rub a little more here."

Florence was dumbfounded, her fingers involuntarily following his force.

Ernest leaned down a little closer to Florence, who was just close enough to whisper.

"He's not hurt to the critical part. He's just looking menacing. He wouldn’t die."

The last three words were bitten a little heavily, and with some irritation.

In fact, his real thought was that he really wanted the knife stabbed on his heart and killed Hector.

The corners of Florence's mouth twitched as she heard these words.

Ernest really didn't like Hector.

Her worried heart was relieved as she heard what Ernest said. He mustn’t hurt seriously and he was complaining because he was pretending.

Hector was still that shameless man.

Florence simply ignored him and concentrated on cleaning Ernest's wounds, without looking back. She said to Bonnie,

"Bonnie, there's an emergency medical kit in the cupboard, take it out and give him a simple wound cleaning."

Bonnie was dumbfounded. Was she asking her to clean his wound ?

"I don't know how to ......"

Florence said, “Just wipe the blood around the wound with sterile alcohol. It's very simple."

Bonnie knew how to do such a thing.

She didn't hesitate any longer, and immediately took out the spare medicine box from the cabinet, placed it on the table next to Hector, and retrieved the disinfectant solution.

She dipped a sterile cotton pad into it and was about to wipe Hector's blood, but just as she reached out, she froze in embarrassment.

Hector's wound was in the chest.

Bonnie looked at her small hand held by Hector in surprise. The warm heat of his palm instantly transmitted into her skin, like a burst of electricity that crackled into her heart.

Her face was instantly flushed and her gaze swirled like waves of water.

Hector’s eyes met Bonnie's flickering gaze directly, like a wave rolling over the sea, rippling and looking extraordinarily good.

He stiffened, a little blinded.

Only with that did he notice that he was holding Bonnie's small hand, holding her entire small hand in his hand.

Such an intimate position ......

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't do it on purpose."

Hector was shocked and panicked as he let go of Bonnie's hand. His whole body was in a bit of a mess.

He didn't mean to touch her.

As he spoke, he sheepishly glanced towards Florence and saw that Florence hadn't noticed what just happened before he quietly let out a sigh of relief.

Luckily, he hadn't let Florence get the wrong idea.

Bonnie leaned in close and blushed as she took in all of Hector's reactions.

The contact just now was a beautiful misunderstanding.

To her, it was as if she had been electrocuted. But to him, the first thing he cared about was whether or not Florence would misunderstand.

In his eyes and heart, he only cared about Florence.

With her heart smothered, the hot on Bonnie's face cooled slightly as she said in a somewhat downcast voice,

"I'll clean and dress your wound. You need to take off your clothes first."

Saying so and being really embarrassed, Bonnie lowered her head without looking at him, "Just take off half of it."

She didn't mean to have a look at his naked body.