My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 116: Are You Worrying About Me?

“I… I didn’t mean to do that.”

When Florence came back to her own senses, she hastily pushed away his fingers. As she spoke rapidly, she was choked by the crayfish meat.

“Ahem… Ahem… Ahem…”

“Drink the water.” Ernest hurriedly walked to Florence and sat down beside her. He handed a cup of water to her mouth and was ready to feed her.

As Florence was coughing violently, she didn’t have time to think much about it and opened her mouth to gulp down a mouthful of water.

“Be slow.” Ernest said in a low voice and patted her back gently.

He was so tall and when he was sitting beside her and patting her back, it looked like he was hugging her.

The women of the surrounding tables became more envious.

“He’s so gentle and thoughtful. If my boyfriend can be like him, I will marry him immediately.”

“I want to dump my boyfriend and hook up with his hunk.”

“Your dream. Didn’t you notice that that hunk only has that girl in his eyes? He must love her so much that he would even not cast a glance at other women.”

“Yeah. He looks affectionate.”

The women discussed in whispers and felt so envious. Nevertheless, at a table not far away from them, a person was peeping at Ernest and Florence maliciously and resentfully.

It was Gemma.

She almost snapped off her fork. She was so resentful that she even had an impulse to rush forward and separate them.

After coming back from the town, she hadn’t stayed alone with Ernest or had a conversation with him. Neither did he care about her treatment.

She originally planned to invite Ernest to have dinner together and told him about her condition, but she accidently saw Ernest and Florence leaving the company together.

She followed them secretly and saw this heartbroken scene.

The elegant and noble Ernest Hawkins had never shelled the greasy crayfish by himself before. But now he did it for Florence and even fed her intimately in the public. Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

If things kept progressing like this, would their relationship be enhanced and would they naturally have a passionate night tonight?

Gemma’s face became pale and ferocious.

No way! She would not allow this to happen!

“Waiter, come here.” Gemma waved her hand at a waitress.

The waitress immediately came over and asked respectfully and politely, “Miss, what can I do for you?”

Gemma put a bank card on the table and said, “There are five hundred thousand in the card. Do me a favor and you can keep the money.”

The waitress looked astonished, but she was uncontrollably excited in heart.

She just needed to do her a favor, and she would get the reward of five hundred thousand. She was just a waitress and could not resist such kind of temptation.

Florence gulped down several mouthfuls of water and finally felt relieved.

She expressed her gratitude unconsciously, “Thank you…”

Before she finished her words, she suddenly realized that she and Ernest were too close.

He was sitting beside her and his arm was on her back. It looked like he was holding her in his embrace.

She could clearly feel his breath.

Florence’s heart thumped wildly.

“Mr. … Mr. Hawkins, we’d better keep a distance. It’s not convenient to have meal if we sit too close.” Florence found a random excuse and hastily moved towards the other side of the sofa.

Ernest remained still and even took his bowl and chopsticks from the opposite side of the table. He then picked up a crayfish, “It’s convenient for me to sit here. Let me shell the crayfishes for you.”

Gazing at the crayfish at his hand, Florence felt her throat burning.

She felt very flustered because Ernest was shelling crayfishes for her. This was undoubtedly the most thrilling and uneasy meal that she had ever had.

“Mr. and Miss, this is the stir-fried marine fish that you ordered. Please enjoy it.”

A waitress walked over with a dish that was just cooked. It was fragrant and steaming.

Florence’s eyes lit up when she saw the dish when thinking. With this dish as her excuse, she would not necessarily continue to eat the crayfish.

“Put it on here.” Florence pointed at the place in front of her.

An inexplicable touch of nervousness flashed across the waitress’ eyes. She then raised the dish high and intended to put down on the place in front of Florence.

However, when she was about to put it down, her hand suddenly shivered, causing the scalding oil to spill out.

“Be careful.” When the oil was about to fall down onto Florence’s arm, Ernest’s gaze became gloomy and he hastily pulled her arm away.

However, he was a bit slower and the oil all sprinkled on his hand.

The waitress was scared and her face turned pale. She hastily stepped backward, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. It’s unintentional.”

She was bribed and intended to sprinkle the oil on this girl, but not this mister. She had screwed it up. What should she do now?

Florence was astonished. She hadn’t expected that Ernest would save her regardless of his own safety.

She was flustered and grabbed Ernest’s hand, “Mr. Hawkins, are you hurt?”

“I’m fine.”

Ernest reached out to the napkins without even changing his expressions, as if the thing that sprinkled on the back of his hand was just water.

But Florence was quicker. She hastily extracted several napkins and then carefully wiped away the soup on Ernest’s hand.

She shook with fear as she was wiping them.

The back of Ernest’s had was red and swollen and she could vaguely see that it was blistering.

It was the oil that was just removed from the heart and it could it was so hot that it could peel one’s skin.

“Hurry up. Treat it with cold water. Then we’ll go to the hospital.” Florence held up his the other hand, hastily pulled him up from the sofa and headed towards the toilet.

Ernest didn’t refuse her action and simply stared at her. She was so nervous because of him. When thinking of this, his gaze turned more and more unfathomable.

It seemed that she also cared about him.

After cooling down the wound with cold water, Ernest insisted on not going to the hospital. So Florence could only drive him back to Senna International Villa Community.

After entering into the house, Florence quickly found out the medical kit.

However, when she opened it, she felt anxious when looking at the medicines that were put orderly in it, “Umm… Mr. Hawkins, I haven’t helped others to treat their wound. I don’t know how to treat it.”

“I’ll teach you. Just follow my orders.” Ernest replied casually and composedly as if it was treating a normal thing but not his wound that had already blistered.

Florence’s mind was in turmoil. Didn’t he feel it hurt?

Or could it be that he just didn’t show it because he didn’t want to let her feel worried and guilty.

However, when thinking of this, Florence became more guilty and unease, “How about this? Let me send you to the hospital. It would be good if we can have a professional doctor to treat your wound. I’m afraid that it would result in scars or infection.”

“Are you worrying about me?”

Ernest looked straightly into Florence’s eyes. His gaze was quite aggressive.

What nonsense was he talking about? Of course she was worrying about him.

However, when Florence was about to answer this, her gaze met with Ernest’s meaningful lines of sights and her heart uncontrollably missed one beat.

The ambience became inexplicitly ambiguous.

Flustered, Florence dodged his gaze and stammered, “We should treat your wound as soon as possible. It would be bad to you if it’s delayed.”

“Well.” Ernest replied and then patiently taught several steps to Florence.

Ernest learned it carefully and seriously. She had never been so serious in her life because she was afraid that there would be any accident when she was treating the wound for Ernest.