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

her, he said, “Come

“For what?”

Florence stood motionlessly.

front of him. “Turn the pages

by Ernest when sitting on his lap last night,

ask Timothy to do that

looked up at her. “He’s too

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

said, “You have so many pretty secretaries outside. You can ask any of them to

glinting at Florence with

like

a beat. Couldn’t he stop

in panic, dared not to

For such a simple job to turn the pages,

forgotten whom my hand was injured

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

conscience was

the huge office. Then she took a

squinting. “You

convenient

smile. She didn’t want to

bit lost. It seemed that the same trick couldn’t

Ernest, turning the pages for him. They cooperated

work progress

“Knock. Knock. Knock.”

a few knocks on the door, and

was about to stand up. Ernest

eyes sparkled, feeling

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

way, it was the same

a low but seductive

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, their eyes full

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

shut up in depression, trying her best to make herself invisible. She sat

all. His tall figure

the desk, playing with it in his

me, Mr. Hawkins. They are talking to you.” She wanted him to be more concentrated

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