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

her, he

“For what?”

Florence stood motionlessly.

of

sitting on his lap

to do that for

looked up at

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

many pretty secretaries outside. You can ask any of them to come in. And

squinted, glinting at Florence with his deep

I like you

Couldn’t

blushed in panic, dared

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

might have forgotten whom

bandaged like a mummy’s, looking at

conscience was stabbed

she took a stool and put it next

looked at her, squinting. “You don’t need to be so

problem. It’s convenient in this

smile. She didn’t want to sit on his lap

lost. It seemed that the

a primary school student next to Ernest, turning the pages

work progress

“Knock. Knock. Knock.”

few knocks on the door,

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

sparkled, feeling

I’m sitting here and it’s not good

this way, it was the same as adding the fuel

in a low but seductive

did

looked up and found a few search

such an ambiguous attitude, they would surely mistake her relationship with

She sat there straightened, keeping the little distance with Ernest

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

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

Mr. Hawkins. They are talking to you.” She wanted him to be more concentrated and let

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