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.

didn’t care about it at

he said,

“For what?”

Florence stood motionlessly.

pointed the document in front of him.

At the thought that she was almost lured by Ernest when sitting on his lap last night, Florence would blush in shyness and anger, feeling quite

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at

his mouth corners. He didn’t do anything but still was

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

at Florence with his deep

like you

Couldn’t he stop saying such

in panic, dared

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

forgotten whom

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

was

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

at her, squinting. “You

It’s convenient in this

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

lips, feeling a bit lost. It seemed that the same

straightened like a primary school student next to Ernest, turning

work progress went

“Knock. Knock. Knock.”

few knocks on the door, and

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

eyes sparkled,

not good that they’ll see

If it went on in this way, it was the same as adding the fuel to the

low but seductive tone,

she did mind

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

such an ambiguous attitude, they would surely mistake her relationship

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

His tall figure leaned over to Florence, their shoulders almost attaching to

under the desk, playing with it in his big

“Excuse me, Mr. Hawkins. They are talking to you.” She