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

he said, “Come

“For what?”

Florence stood motionlessly.

document in front of him. “Turn

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

to do that for

looked up at

but twitch his mouth corners. He didn’t do anything but

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

squinted, glinting at Florence with his deep

I like you

a beat. Couldn’t he

panic, dared

really have work to do. For such a simple job to turn the pages, you can find anyone at

have forgotten whom

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

was stabbed

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

“You don’t need to be

problem. It’s convenient

lips into a smile. She didn’t want

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

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

work progress

“Knock. Knock. Knock.”

door, and a few senior

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

sparkled, feeling

sitting here and it’s not good

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

low but seductive tone, “I

she did mind

wanted to argue with him, but she looked up and found a few search executives were looking at her and

her in such an ambiguous

invisible. She sat there straightened, keeping the little

figure leaned over to Florence, their shoulders

grabbed her small hand under the desk, playing with

talking

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