My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 14: Feeding Medicine with Mouth

Ernest pulled down his face and retorted, “Stop talking nonsense! Are you a doctor or a talkative nanny?”

“It’s just an ordinary cold, what are you so anxious about?” Harold complained in dissatisfaction, but he still managed to hold back his brimming curiosity and walked to the bedside to treat Florence. Although Harold was not a professional doctor, his medical skills were far better than those professors’, and it was a piece of cake for him to treat small illnesses like cold and fever. “Give her this medicine. After a one night sleep, she’ll be good again the next morning.” He took out a vial and glanced at Ernest with a meaningful look. “Since she can’t wake up now, should I feed her the medicine, or you?”

Feed medicine? Ernest stood there with an unnatural look, while Harold looked at him and let out a teasing smile. He did feed his patients medicine before, but for a cold and elegant species which was proud and self-centric like Ernest, he would definitely not have done it before. And he deemed he would not have thought of that even at this age.

Deciding not to make him feel troubled any longer, Harold still took the initiative to pour a glass of water and walked to the bedside.

Ernest pulled down a long face when he saw Harold extending his hand towards Florence and he felt fairly uncomfortable. He strode towards him and seized the glass of water from his hand. “I’ll do it.” He then sat on the edge of the bed gracefully. He lifted Florence up with one hand and let her leaned against his chest. He then used another hand to feed her the medicine.

Yet Florence was now in an unconscious state and her mouth was tightly shut. Not to mention feeding her the medicine, it was impossible to feed her water. He tried a few times and did not succeed. It was rare to see him getting so flustered and helpless.

Harold stared at Ernest in surprise. He had not seen him taking care of any woman before. To what extent had he valued this woman? Curiosity rose in him and he spoke with a serious look, “That’s not

gonna do it. Her fever is slightly bad, and I’m afraid you can only use special way to feed her the medicine.”

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“Yes, which is through mouth. It’s kinda similar to the kiss of life. But I suppose you don’t know how to do it, should I teach you?” He volunteered and headed to the bedside. A model for demonstration was required if he wanted to teach him, so who did he want to try on? Ernest’s look turned gloomier.

He shot Harold a cold look, put the tablet inside his mouth and took a mouthful of water. He clamped his hand onto Florence’s head and pressed his lips against hers.

Florence moaned. She felt something was pressing against her lips in a daze, something soft and invasive, which gave her almost the same feeling as the nightmare she had few days ago. She wanted to resist due to instinct and she tried to push him away, yet Ernest grabbed her moving hands, stooped and suppressed her.

His kiss brought the bitter taste of medicine into her mouth aggressively.

Having inevitably swallowed the medicine and water, Florence felt so uncomfortable that her eyelashes trembled. She forced her eyes slightly open with difficulty and saw the face that was many times zoomed in before her in a blur. It was a handsome and extremely good-looking face.

Ernest did not expect her to wake up all of a sudden and he was startled, feeling uneasy. He instantly let her go and murmured as an explanation, “I’m just feeding you the medicine.” Florence looked at him in confusion and seemed to not get what he meant.

She blinked and dozed off once again. Ernest pursed his lips in grievance when he saw her sleeping soundly. He secretly complained that the woman’s mind had not been working properly due to the

fever.

Harold stood at the side and gazed at both of them with a meaningful look. He had completely believed the fact that Ernest had a woman now, and it could be a woman who he would cherish with all his heart.