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 about

her, he said,

“For what?”

Florence stood motionlessly.

the document in front of him. “Turn the pages for

when sitting on his lap last night,

to do that

up at her. “He’s

twitch his mouth corners. He didn’t do

said, “You have so many pretty secretaries outside. You can ask any of them

glinting at Florence with

like you

skipped a beat. Couldn’t he stop

dared not to look

Mr. Hawkins, I really have work to do. For such a simple job to

have forgotten whom my hand

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

conscience was

she took

“You don’t

convenient in

her lips into a smile. She didn’t want to sit

lips, feeling a bit lost. It seemed that the

turning the pages for him. They cooperated

progress

“Knock. Knock. Knock.”

door, and

to stand up. Ernest grabbed her hand and pulled her back

sparkled, feeling

I’m sitting here and it’s not

way, it was the

low but

did mind

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

ambiguous attitude, they would

her best 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

hand under the desk, playing with

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

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