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.

document in front of him.

was almost lured by Ernest when sitting on

to do

up at her.

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

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

with his deep eyes

like

Couldn’t he

dared not to

I really have work to do. For such a simple job to turn

whom my hand

bandaged like a mummy’s, looking at Florence as if

was

looking around in the huge office. Then she took a

“You don’t need to be

problem. It’s convenient in

twitched her lips into a smile. She didn’t want to

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

progress went

“Knock. Knock. Knock.”

knocks on the door, and a few senior executives walked

up. Ernest grabbed her hand and pulled her

eyes sparkled,

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

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

said in a low but

she did mind

looked up and found a few search executives were looking at her

in such an ambiguous attitude, they

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

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

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

“Excuse me, Mr. Hawkins. They are talking to

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