My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 122: Yes, I’ve Broken My Promise

She took over the phone and muffled, “What’s the matter?”

“Are you upset?”

The man’s deep and sexy voice came over from the other end of the line.

She was upset just because of him.

Florence said in a deep voice, “Not really.”

He was silent for a few seconds. Ernest then continued, “Come to my office.”

“You can tell me what you want on the phone,” Florence refused without any hesitation.

She wanted to distance herself from him. If others continue mistaking her as the CEO’s future wife, she couldn’t even explain it clearly at all.

Ernest said in a deep voice, “It cannot be spoken.”

Florence was choked, rendered speechless.

Recently she had found that Ernest was not picky but also quite troublesome.

Helplessly, she could only go to the CEO’s office.

Perhaps it was all because of what Shirley said just now, Florence felt that all coworkers weirdly looked at her, some respectful, some envious, and some jealous gazes.

All in all, nobody took her as an ordinary coworker.

Florence felt a migraine in her temples.

“Knock. Knock. Knock.”

When she had arrived at the office door, Florence knocked at the door according to the company rules before walking in.

Ernest was sitting behind the desk. He looked up at her, “In the future, you don’t need to knock at the door before coming in.”

She had to come back and forth so many times. If she always knocked, her hand would hurt.

If she was always specially treated, she would be addicted to it.

Immediately, Florence said politely, “I still should obey the rules and be polite.”

She implied that they were still in a relationship that needed them to keep polite. They were not so close.

care about

he said,

“For what?”

Florence stood motionlessly.

document in front of

that she was almost lured by Ernest when sitting on his lap last night, Florence would blush in shyness and anger,

Timothy to do

at her.

that, Timothy couldn’t but twitch his mouth corners. He didn’t do anything

for a while and said, “You have so many pretty secretaries outside. You can ask any of them to come in. And they are

with his deep eyes with

I like

beat. Couldn’t

panic, dared not to look at

such a simple job

whom my

a mummy’s, looking at Florence

conscience was stabbed

the huge office. Then she took a stool

“You don’t need

It’s convenient

smile. She didn’t want to sit on his lap

his lips, feeling a bit lost. It seemed that the same trick couldn’t work for

to Ernest, turning the pages for him. They cooperated with each other

work progress

“Knock. Knock. Knock.”

few knocks on the door, and

put down her work and was about to stand up. Ernest grabbed her hand and pulled her back

eyes sparkled,

I’m sitting here and it’s not good that they’ll see

ambiguous enough. If it went on in this way, it was the same as

but seductive tone, “I

she did mind

annoyed and wanted to argue with him, but she looked up and found a few

with her in such an ambiguous attitude, they would surely mistake her relationship with

up in depression, trying her best to make herself invisible. She sat

self-consciousness at all. His tall figure leaned over to Florence, their

small hand under the desk, playing with it in his big

She said in a low voice, “Excuse me, Mr. Hawkins. They are talking to

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