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

her, he said,

“For what?”

Florence stood motionlessly.

the document in front of him.

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

to do that

up at

mouth corners. He didn’t do anything but still

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

squinted, glinting at Florence with his

like you

a beat. Couldn’t he

in panic, dared

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

have forgotten whom my hand was

bandaged like a mummy’s, looking at

conscience was

in the huge office. Then she took a stool

her, squinting. “You

convenient in this

into a smile. She

a bit lost. It seemed that

Ernest, turning the

work progress

“Knock. Knock. Knock.”

the door, and a few senior executives walked in

stand up. Ernest grabbed her hand

eyes sparkled,

not good that they’ll see

If it went on in this way, it

but seductive tone,

did mind

but she looked up and found a few search executives were looking at her and Ernest, their eyes full of

in such an ambiguous attitude, they would surely mistake her

shut up in depression, trying her best to make herself invisible. She sat there straightened, keeping the little distance with Ernest as much as

self-consciousness at all. His tall figure leaned over to Florence, their shoulders almost

grabbed her small hand under the desk, playing with it in

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

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