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

he said, “Come

“For what?”

Florence stood motionlessly.

pointed the document in front of him. “Turn the

by Ernest when sitting on his lap last night, Florence would blush

ask Timothy to

looked up at her. “He’s too

his mouth corners. He didn’t

have so many pretty secretaries outside. You can ask any of them to come in. And

with his deep eyes

like you

heart skipped a beat. Couldn’t he stop

in panic, dared not to

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

you might have forgotten whom my hand was injured

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

was stabbed

she took a stool and put it

squinting. “You

problem. It’s convenient in

She didn’t want to sit on his lap

a bit lost. It seemed

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

progress went on

“Knock. Knock. Knock.”

on the door, and a few senior executives walked

stand up. Ernest grabbed her hand and pulled her

eyes sparkled,

it’s not good that they’ll see it.

in this way,

said in a low but

she did mind

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

an ambiguous attitude,

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

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

grabbed her small hand under the desk, playing with it

instantly. She said in a low voice, “Excuse me, Mr. Hawkins. They are talking to you.” She wanted him to be more

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