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.

didn’t care about it

her, he said, “Come

“For what?”

Florence stood motionlessly.

in front of him. “Turn the

when sitting on his lap last night, Florence would

to do that for

at

twitch his mouth corners. He didn’t do

so many pretty secretaries outside. You can ask any of

squinted, glinting at Florence with his deep

like

skipped a beat. Couldn’t he stop

blushed in panic, dared

such a simple job to turn

whom my

was bandaged like a mummy’s, looking at

was stabbed

in the huge office. Then she took a stool and put it next

her, squinting. “You

It’s convenient in

a smile. She didn’t want to sit

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

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

work progress went

“Knock. Knock. Knock.”

knocks on the door, and a few senior executives

to stand up. Ernest grabbed her hand

eyes sparkled, feeling

here and it’s not good that they’ll see it.

it went on in this way, it was

said in a low but seductive tone,

did mind

and found a few search executives

her in such an ambiguous attitude, they would

in depression, trying her best to make herself invisible. She sat there straightened, keeping

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

grabbed her small hand under the desk, playing with it in his

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

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255