My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

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

her, he

“For what?”

Florence stood motionlessly.

front of him. “Turn the pages for

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

ask Timothy to do that

looked up at her. “He’s too

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

have so many pretty secretaries outside. You can

glinting at Florence with his deep eyes with

like you

skipped a beat. Couldn’t he stop

dared

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

have forgotten whom my hand

looking at Florence as if he

conscience was

Then she took a stool and put

squinting. “You don’t need

problem. It’s convenient in

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

It seemed that

Ernest, turning the pages for him. They cooperated with

progress went on

“Knock. Knock. Knock.”

few knocks on the door, and a few senior executives

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

sparkled,

Hawkins, I’m sitting here and it’s not

had been ambiguous enough. If it went on in this way,

in a low but seductive tone, “I

she did

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

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

invisible. She sat there straightened,

didn’t have such self-consciousness at all. His tall figure leaned over

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

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