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.

Ernest didn’t care about

he said,

“For what?”

Florence stood motionlessly.

pointed the document in front of him. “Turn

by Ernest when sitting on his lap last night, Florence would

can ask Timothy to

looked up at her. “He’s too

mouth corners. He didn’t

for a while and said, “You have so many pretty secretaries outside. You can

Florence with his

like

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

in panic, dared not to look at

do. For such a simple job to turn the pages, you can find anyone at

might have forgotten whom my hand

a mummy’s, looking at

conscience was stabbed

looking around in the huge office. Then she took

“You don’t need

convenient in this

lips into a smile. She

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

primary school student next to Ernest, turning the pages for him. They cooperated with each other very

work progress went

“Knock. Knock. Knock.”

the door, and a few senior executives walked

about to stand up. Ernest

eyes sparkled,

Hawkins, I’m sitting here and it’s not good that they’ll see it. They’ll

ambiguous enough. If it went on in this way, it was the same

in a low but seductive

she did mind

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

kept talking with her in such an ambiguous

shut up in depression, trying her best to make herself invisible. She sat there straightened, keeping the little distance with Ernest as

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

hand grabbed her small hand under the desk, playing with

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