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.

Ernest didn’t care

at her, he said,

“For what?”

Florence stood motionlessly.

of him. “Turn the pages

the thought that she was almost lured by Ernest when sitting on his lap

ask Timothy to do

looked up at her. “He’s

his mouth corners. He didn’t

outside. You can ask any of them to come in. And they are quite

glinting at Florence with his

I like

beat. Couldn’t he stop saying

panic, dared not

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

whom

that was bandaged like a mummy’s, looking at

conscience was

the huge office. Then she took

her, squinting. “You don’t need to

It’s convenient in

smile. She didn’t want to sit

It seemed that the same trick couldn’t work for the second

turning

progress went

“Knock. Knock. Knock.”

were a few knocks on the door, and

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

sparkled,

I’m sitting here and it’s not good

this way, it was the same as adding the fuel to

but seductive tone, “I

she did

to argue with him, but she looked up and found a few search executives were

her in such an ambiguous attitude,

in depression, trying her best to make herself invisible. She

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

the desk, playing with it

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

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