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.

care

at her, he said,

“For what?”

Florence stood motionlessly.

front of him.

almost lured by Ernest when sitting on his lap

can ask Timothy to do that for

at

Timothy couldn’t but twitch his mouth corners. He didn’t do anything

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

Florence with his deep

I like

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

dared not to look

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

have forgotten whom

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

was stabbed

Then she took a stool and put it next

“You don’t need to

problem. It’s convenient in

into a smile. She didn’t want to sit on

bit lost. It seemed that the same trick

turning the pages for him. They cooperated with each other very

work progress went

“Knock. Knock. Knock.”

few knocks on the door, and a few

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

sparkled, feeling

and it’s not

this way, it

low but

did

looked up and found a few search executives were looking

her in such an ambiguous

herself invisible. She sat there straightened, keeping

all. His tall figure leaned over to Florence, their shoulders almost attaching

her small hand under the

Mr. Hawkins. They are talking to you.” She wanted him to be

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