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.

didn’t care about it

at her, he said, “Come

“For what?”

Florence stood motionlessly.

the document in front of

sitting

to do

at her. “He’s

mouth

while and said, “You have so many pretty secretaries outside. You can ask any of them to

glinting at Florence with

I like

skipped a beat. Couldn’t

in panic, dared not

Hawkins, I really have work to do. For such a simple job to

whom my hand was injured

mummy’s, looking at Florence as if he was looking

was

huge office. Then she took a stool and put it next

squinting. “You don’t need

problem. It’s convenient in this

twitched her lips into a smile. She

bit lost. It seemed that the same trick couldn’t work

sat straightened like a primary school student next to Ernest, turning the pages for him. They

work progress went on

“Knock. Knock. Knock.”

were a few knocks on the door,

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

eyes sparkled, feeling

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

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

said in a low but seductive tone, “I

she did

and wanted to argue with him, but she looked up and found a few search executives were looking at her and Ernest, their

in such an ambiguous attitude, they would

trying her best to make herself invisible. She sat there straightened, keeping

tall figure leaned over to Florence, their shoulders

grabbed her small hand under the desk, playing

me, Mr. Hawkins. They are talking to you.” She wanted him to be more concentrated

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