My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

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 about

at her, he said,

“For what?”

Florence stood motionlessly.

in front of him. “Turn the pages for

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

ask Timothy to

at her.

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

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

Florence with his

I like you

a beat. Couldn’t he stop saying

in panic, dared not to

For such a simple job to turn the

have forgotten whom my

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

conscience was

she took a stool and

squinting. “You

It’s convenient in this

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

feeling a bit lost. It seemed that the same trick couldn’t work for the

Ernest, turning the pages for him. They cooperated

progress went on

“Knock. Knock. Knock.”

were a few knocks on the door, and a

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

eyes sparkled, feeling

and it’s not good that they’ll see

If it went on in this way, it was

in a low but seductive

did mind

felt annoyed and wanted to argue with him, 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

to make herself invisible. She sat there straightened, keeping the little distance with

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

hand grabbed her small hand under the

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