My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

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

he

“For what?”

Florence stood motionlessly.

front of him. “Turn the pages for

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

ask Timothy to do that

at her.

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

while and said, “You have so many pretty secretaries outside. You can ask any of them to come in. And they are quite

Florence with his deep eyes

like you

skipped a beat. Couldn’t he stop saying such ambiguous

panic, dared not

to do. For such a simple job to turn the pages,

have forgotten whom my hand

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

was stabbed

looking around in the huge office. Then she took a

squinting. “You don’t

problem. It’s convenient in this

lips into a smile. She didn’t want

his lips, feeling a bit lost. It seemed

like a primary school student next to Ernest, turning the

progress went

“Knock. Knock. Knock.”

knocks on the door, and a few

and was about to stand up. Ernest grabbed her hand and pulled her

sparkled,

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

ambiguous enough. If it went on in this way, it

but seductive tone, “I don’t

she did mind

and found a few search executives were looking at her and Ernest, their eyes

an ambiguous attitude, they would surely mistake her relationship

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

figure leaned over to Florence, their shoulders almost attaching to each

under the desk, playing with it

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