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.

Ernest didn’t care about

he said, “Come

“For what?”

Florence stood motionlessly.

front of him. “Turn the pages for

almost lured by Ernest when sitting on his lap

Timothy to do that for

looked up at

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

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

Florence with his deep

I like

a beat. Couldn’t he stop saying such

blushed in panic, dared

such a simple job to turn the pages, you can find anyone at

you might have forgotten whom my hand was

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

conscience was

hesitated, looking around in the huge office. Then she took a

“You don’t need to be so

problem. It’s convenient in

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

pursed his lips, feeling a bit lost. It seemed that the

primary school student next to Ernest, turning the

progress

“Knock. Knock. Knock.”

the door, and a few senior

work and was about to stand up. Ernest

eyes sparkled, feeling

I’m sitting here and it’s not good that

had been ambiguous enough. If it went on in this way, it was the same as adding the fuel

low but seductive tone, “I

she did mind

found a few search executives were looking at her and

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

herself invisible. She sat there straightened, keeping the little distance with Ernest as

at all. His tall figure leaned over to Florence,

the desk, playing with

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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