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 at

at her, he said, “Come

“For what?”

Florence stood motionlessly.

document in front of him. “Turn the pages

the thought that she was almost lured by Ernest when sitting on his lap

to

at her. “He’s

mouth corners. He didn’t

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

at Florence with his deep eyes

I like you

skipped a beat. Couldn’t he stop

panic, dared not

a simple job to turn the

forgotten whom my hand

like a mummy’s, looking at Florence as if he was looking at

was

huge office. Then she took a stool and

her, squinting. “You

convenient in this

twitched her lips into a smile. She didn’t want to sit on his lap

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

next to Ernest, turning the pages

progress went

“Knock. Knock. Knock.”

on the door, and a few

her work and was about to stand up. Ernest grabbed her hand and pulled her back to the

sparkled, feeling

I’m sitting here and it’s not good that they’ll see

way, it was the same

a low but seductive tone,

she did mind

she looked up and found a few search executives were

such an ambiguous

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

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

the desk,

flushed instantly. She said in a low voice, “Excuse me, Mr. Hawkins. They are talking to you.” She wanted him to be more concentrated and let go of her

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