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

at her, he

“For what?”

Florence stood motionlessly.

front of him. “Turn the pages

the thought that she was almost lured by Ernest when sitting on his lap last night, Florence would

Timothy to do

up at

Timothy couldn’t but twitch his mouth corners. He didn’t do anything but still was

secretaries outside. You can ask any

squinted, glinting at Florence with his deep eyes with

I like

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

in panic, dared not to look

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

you might have forgotten whom my

like a mummy’s, looking

conscience was stabbed

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

squinting. “You don’t need to

convenient in

smile. She didn’t want to sit

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

primary school student next to Ernest, turning the

progress

“Knock. Knock. Knock.”

the door, and a few senior executives walked in

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

eyes sparkled, feeling

here and it’s not good that

in this way, it

a low but seductive tone, “I don’t

did mind

but she looked up and found a few search executives were looking at her and Ernest, their eyes full

such an ambiguous

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

small hand under the desk, playing with it in

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

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