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

he said,

“For what?”

Florence stood motionlessly.

in front of him. “Turn the pages for

sitting on his lap last night, Florence would blush in shyness and anger, feeling

ask Timothy to

up at

twitch his mouth corners. He didn’t

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

at Florence with his

like you

skipped a beat. Couldn’t he

panic, dared not to

have work to do. For such a simple job to turn

might have forgotten whom my hand was

bandaged like a mummy’s, looking at Florence

was

looking around in the huge office. Then she took a

her, squinting. “You don’t need to

It’s convenient in this

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

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

a primary school student next to Ernest, turning

work progress went

“Knock. Knock. Knock.”

a few knocks on the door, and

to stand up. Ernest grabbed

eyes sparkled,

sitting here and it’s not

way, it was the same as adding the

said in a low but

did

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

her in such an ambiguous attitude,

to make herself invisible. She sat there straightened, keeping the little distance with Ernest as

all. His tall figure leaned

her small hand under the desk, playing with it

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

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