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

he said,

“For what?”

Florence stood motionlessly.

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

sitting on his lap last night, Florence would blush in

ask Timothy to do

up at her. “He’s too

that, Timothy couldn’t but twitch his mouth corners.

outside. You can ask any of

squinted, glinting at Florence with his deep eyes

I like

heart skipped a beat. Couldn’t he stop saying

blushed in panic, dared not

to do. For such a simple job to turn the pages, you

have forgotten whom my hand was

mummy’s, looking at Florence as if he was looking at an ungrateful

was

Then she took a stool and put it

squinting. “You don’t

convenient in this

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

seemed that

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

progress

“Knock. Knock. Knock.”

were a few knocks on the door, and a few

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

sparkled, feeling

it’s not

went on in this way, it was the same as adding the

but seductive tone, “I don’t

did

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

ambiguous attitude, they would surely mistake her

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

however, didn’t have such self-consciousness at all. His tall figure leaned

the desk, playing with it in

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

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