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.

Ernest didn’t care

he said, “Come

“For what?”

Florence stood motionlessly.

pointed the document in front of him. “Turn

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

to do

up at her.

mouth corners. He didn’t do anything but still was

for a while and said, “You have so many pretty secretaries outside.

glinting at Florence with his deep eyes

like you

beat. Couldn’t

in panic, dared not

a simple job to turn the pages, you can find

whom my hand was injured

looking at

conscience was

Then she took a stool and put it

“You don’t need to

problem. It’s convenient

smile. She didn’t want to

feeling a bit lost. It seemed that the

a primary school student next to Ernest, turning the pages for

work progress went on

“Knock. Knock. Knock.”

door, and a few senior

work and was about to stand up.

eyes sparkled,

sitting here and it’s not good

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

said in a low but

she did mind

and found a few search executives were looking at her and

in such an ambiguous attitude,

shut up in depression, trying her best to make herself invisible. She sat there straightened, keeping the little

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

hand grabbed her small hand under the desk, playing with it in his

talking to you.” She wanted him to be more concentrated and

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