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.

care about it at

at her, he

“For what?”

Florence stood motionlessly.

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

At the thought that she was almost lured by Ernest when sitting on his lap last night, Florence would blush in shyness and anger,

can ask Timothy to do that for

up at

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

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

with his deep

I like you

a beat. Couldn’t

dared not to look

do. For such a

have forgotten whom my hand was

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

conscience was stabbed

the huge office. Then she took a

“You don’t

convenient

smile. She didn’t want to sit on his lap

a bit lost. It seemed that the

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

work progress

“Knock. Knock. Knock.”

door, and a few senior executives

and was about to stand up. Ernest grabbed her

sparkled, feeling

sitting here and it’s not

ambiguous enough. If it went on in this way,

low but seductive tone,

did mind

found a few

Ernest kept talking with her in such an ambiguous attitude, they would surely mistake her relationship

She sat

at all. His tall figure leaned over to Florence, their shoulders almost

hand under the desk, playing with it in his

talking to you.” She wanted him to be more concentrated and let go

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