My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 783

Only then did Hector understand Bonnie's intention.

It's just that the image of having a girl give him a wound-dressing by taking off his clothes was a bit unacceptable.

If it’s a female doctor, it would be more able for himself to mentally comfort himself. Since she’s a professional.

But Bonnie was a complete amateur, without any relation to a professional.

Hector said uncomfortably, "I'm really fine. There's no rush, just let Florence come and clean the wound for me later."

Hearing this, Florence, who was cleaning Ernest's 'wound', moved a few beats slower again.

Don't worry. Ernest's wound wouldn't be finished until Bonnie cleaned and dressed Hector's wound.

Don't wait.

Bonnie was worried about what Ernest had said, and she really didn't dare to delay.

If he waited for Florence, no one really knew how long it would take.

Compared to how much Hector cared for her, she really didn't care for Hector on the surface.

Bonnie couldn't help but feel heartbreaking, gritted her teeth and made up her mind again.

"You can't delay your injury. Let me clean your wound before the doctor comes."

Bonnie said firmly and once again reached out to unbutton Hector's shirt.

Subconsciously, Hector wanted to stop it, but this time, just before he reached out, he withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted.

He had just touched the girl's hand. The first time was unintentional, but the second time was unacceptable.

But if he didn't stop it, he could only watch as Bonnie unbuttoned his first button.

Hector's whole body tensed up, a hundred thousand times more uncomfortable.

"Bonnie, you really don't need to clean my wounds. After all, men and women are not allowed to ......"

Before he could finish his words, most of Hector's shirt was pulled outwards and taken off.

His wounds, along with half of his chest, were all exposed.

It was exposed to Bonnie's bright eyes.

Stunned, Bonnie looked at his chest and let out a startled cry, her eyes instantly filling with tears.

She choked out, "Does your injury ...... hurt?"

The dagger was stabbed into the bloody flesh, turning the tight skin in half, flesh flopping and blood pouring out.

Bonnie had never seen such a hideous sight before, and it made her heart ache even more to the point of suffocation.

She even hoped that the knife was stabbed into her own body.

Hector stiffened and looked at Bonnie in front of her with some dismay.

She asked him again, did it hurt?

It wasn't that he hadn't been hurt before, but since he was a child, no one ever seemed to care this aspect.

No one, it seemed, had ever been teary-eyed and worried enough to cry because he was injured, either.

And this Bonnie, whom he didn't know very well, was actually the first doing so.

In his chest, there was a hint of warmth.

Only then did Hector take a proper look at Bonnie for the first time. That teary-eyed look also looked pleasing to the eye, much smoother than any other woman.

This was a kind girl.

Hector's tone couldn't help but be much softer, whispering.

"It doesn't hurt. It's fine. Don't worry."

The man's low and slow voice, however, was like a catalyst for tears, and the emotions that Bonnie was holding back, collapsed at once.

Tears flowed out of her eyes nonstop.

Such a serious injury, how could it not hurt? Hector was still trying to be strong now.

The bravado was heartbreaking.

Hector's eyes widened in shock, never expecting his comforting to make the woman in front of him cry straight away. He was so flustered that he didn’t know what to do.

Hector was lying on the bed, the white bed stained red by his blood. The doctor was gesticulating on his chest with various tools.

Hector was lying on the bed, his face pale and miserable.

Ernest stood two meters away from the bed, looked down at Hector, and said indifferently,

"You're injured, so just stay here to recuperate."

Was he recommended him to stay here to recuperate? Wasn't that like living in the same house with Florence!

Then we could see each other every day.

Hector's eyes instantly lit up, suddenly feeling that Ernest was the best brother-in-law in the world, forgetting even his pretensions of having to bandage such a small injury just now.

Hector immediately nodded, "Okay, okay, thank you bro."

Florence looked at the man in front of him suspiciously. Was Ernest that kind?

Then he heard Ernest say,

"I will help you dealing with the matter concerning Stanley first. You can come back to wrap it up when you are a bit better."

Although Stanley had been arrested, there was still quite a lot to be done to follow up on the charges against him and control his party forces.

This should have been dealt with immediately by Hector.

But looking at Ernest, Hector readily agreed after a moment's consideration.

"Then, I'll trouble Brother."

This time, he was able to capture Stanley alive was all thanks to Ernest's thorough calculation. Ernest's ability and intelligence were even more powerful than his.

A capable person of such strength would certainly have powerful means to handle the subsequent issues without a hitch.

If he left it to Ernest, he could really rest assured that he would recover from his injuries.

Moreover and more importantly, when Ernest went to address issues, Florence would be left alone at home, and he would have a lot more personal contact with Florence!

He would be able to cultivate their relationship without Ernest in presence.

When Hector was thinking about this, he couldn't help but have the corners of his mouth rise and he rebukingly stared at Florence.