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

he

“For what?”

Florence stood motionlessly.

pointed the document in front of him. “Turn the

At the thought that she was almost lured by Ernest when sitting on

Timothy to do

looked up at

Timothy couldn’t but twitch his mouth corners. He didn’t

have so many pretty secretaries outside. You can ask

Florence with his deep eyes

I like

Couldn’t he stop

blushed in panic, dared

do. For such a

have forgotten whom my hand was

bandaged like a mummy’s, looking at Florence as if

was stabbed

the huge office. Then she

at her, squinting. “You don’t need to

It’s convenient

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

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

student next to Ernest, turning the pages for him. They cooperated with

work progress went on

“Knock. Knock. Knock.”

door,

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

eyes sparkled, feeling

sitting here and it’s not good that they’ll see it.

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

but seductive tone,

did mind

found a few search executives were looking at

talking with her in such an ambiguous attitude, they would

make herself invisible. She sat there straightened, keeping

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

under the desk, playing with

flushed instantly. She said in a low voice, “Excuse me, Mr. Hawkins. They are talking to you.” She wanted

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