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 about it at

at her, he

“For what?”

Florence stood motionlessly.

front of

the page again? At the thought that she was almost lured by Ernest when sitting on his lap last night, Florence would blush in shyness and anger,

Timothy to do that

looked up at her. “He’s

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

have so many pretty secretaries outside. You can ask

squinted, glinting at Florence with his deep

like you

skipped a beat. Couldn’t

blushed in panic, dared

to do. For such a simple job

you might have forgotten whom my hand was injured

raised his hand that was bandaged like a mummy’s, looking at Florence as

was stabbed

huge office. Then she took a stool and put it

“You don’t need to

problem. It’s convenient

her lips into a smile. She didn’t want to sit

lips, feeling a bit lost. It seemed that the same trick

school student next to Ernest, turning the pages for him.

progress went on

“Knock. Knock. Knock.”

knocks on the door, and a

to stand up. Ernest grabbed her hand and pulled her back

eyes sparkled, feeling

it’s not good that they’ll see it. They’ll

it went on in this way, it was the same as adding the fuel

a low but seductive tone, “I

she did mind

him, but she looked up and found a

talking with her in such an ambiguous attitude, they

make herself invisible. She sat there straightened, keeping the little

such self-consciousness at all. His tall figure leaned over

hand grabbed her small hand under the

low voice, “Excuse me, Mr. Hawkins. They are talking to you.” She wanted him to be more concentrated and let go of her

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