My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

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.

her in the darkness and said

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

please.

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

“Let me know whatever you want to do. Don’t get off

to look for the water in case she hadn’t woken up just now. It was back for

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

that she just tucked him in and patted the

“Get in.”

at him.

“I’m a bit cold.”

if he implied that he needed

confused. Subconsciously, she said, “I’ll give you another

can’t have

turn on the air

would be quite dry, which is

Florence was speechless.

that all his words made sense. Hence, her

the limited space next to Ernest,

she would think that he was taking advantage of her, and she could deal with it calmly. However,

small motor in her

read Florence’s expression, but he

an instant. With a long face, he said, “Forget it if

he spoke, he intended to pull the quilt

to.

longer, Florence

control. Her petite body clung to

he opened his arms, it looked as if he

of the medicine, the mixture of which fully

muttered like a mosquito, “I... I’m sorry. Did I bump into you? I’ll move

was moving towards the narrow edge of the bed,

his deep voice above her head. “Don’t move. You are

move immediately. Her

hear Ernest’s heartbeat, which was steady

was she herself was too tense that her heart was hammering, so

face, she lowered her head as if she were a cooked shrimp. She felt more nervous and panicked than any time before when Ernest was holding