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.

in front of him.

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

to do that

looked up at her.

twitch his mouth corners. He didn’t do anything

so many pretty secretaries outside. You can ask any of them

with his

like you

beat. Couldn’t he stop saying

in panic, dared not

For such a simple job

whom

like a mummy’s, looking at Florence

conscience was stabbed

huge office. Then she took a stool and put it next to

at her, squinting. “You

problem. It’s convenient

into a smile. She didn’t want to sit

his lips, feeling a bit lost. It seemed

a primary school student next to Ernest, turning the pages for him.

progress went

“Knock. Knock. Knock.”

knocks on the door, and a few senior executives walked

down her work and was about to stand up. Ernest grabbed her hand and pulled her back to the

sparkled,

sitting here and it’s not good that they’ll see it.

If it went on in this way,

said in a low but seductive tone, “I don’t

did

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

such an ambiguous attitude, they would

make herself invisible. She sat there

figure leaned over to Florence, their shoulders almost

hand under the desk, playing with it in his

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

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