My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Ernest asked unhappily, “Timothy, where’s my breakfast?”

Timothy, who was at the other end of the phone, was a bit sunned and hastily replied, “When I sent you the breakfast, I bumped into Miss Charlotte. She was preparing breakfast and told me that just leave it to her. And she let me go.”

“So you followed her order and left?”

Ernest’s tone of voice became colder and gloomier, “You’re even not clear about who is your boss. Do you want to get fired?”

“Sir, I was wrong.” Timothy instantly admitted his mistake sincerely.

Ernest’s tone was still colder, “Remember my living habits. No one will be an exception for me, except Florence.”

“Yes Sir. I’ll remember it.”

“Send me a breakfast again.” Ernest hung up the phone coldly.

Florence, who was standing by his side, looked at him in a dumbfounded state.

She heard clearly of what he said just now. ‘No one will be an exception, except Florence. So he had been pampering her?

She was a special exception for him?

And this was the reason why he would accompany her to eat street snacks, to eat the unsavory noodles she cooked, and to allow her to use his kitchen…

Florence’s heart suddenly skipped one beat and she felt as if she had been struck by electric shock.

Originally she was quite sure that Ernest had no feelings for her. But now she was not certain of it.

Timothy sent a new breakfast over after a short while. He knew that he had done something wrong and was quite ginger this time, but Ernest still gazed at him coldly.

Timothy felt very stressful.

Charlotte walked forward, “Let me help you.”

As she was speaking, she reached out to the bowls and dishes in the meal box. But Timothy dodged her swiftly.

This time, Timothy was quite resolute. Moreover, he was discontented with Charlotte.

“No need. I can do it by myself. Mr. Hawkins doesn’t like outsiders to touch his food.”

Outsider! Again!

said that she was an outsider, now even his assistant also

her face turned burning hot with anger brewing in

the dishes and bowls on the table and then

thoroughly after today’s accident that Florence was the only special

play

seeing Charlotte’s gloomy face, Florence knew

he would pick on him/her until he/she

say to her with a smile, “Come here

seated herself. But obviously she was in a bad mood and had a poor appetite, so she

appetite and he put down his chopsticks after

as Charlotte and Ernest had finished the breakfast, she felt embarrassed to eat too

the breakfast

glance at Charlotte again

go to the study. Send me a cup

“Okay.” Florence replied quickly.

as if she was transparent. She sat at the

while, when seeing that Florence was about to go upstairs with a cup of coffee at her hand, she suddenly said,

grievance as if she was about to cry at the

to comfort her under such condition. But when looking at Charlotte’s pitiful look, she found it hard to utter

felt a bit uncomfortable when hearing the

to be close with others. Don’t think too much about it. When staying in the villa, try not to make

Ernest actually had a bad temper and never showed mercy to outsiders, so Charlotte would only

fiancé and it

came to the

inwardly but she didn’t show it on her face.

relieved and then walked upstairs with

she entered the study, she saw that Ernest was having a video conference. He was wearing headphones and spoke a language that

walked lightly and gently put the coffee and fruit

prepared to

her, “This conference will last for several hours. If you feel boring, you can go out and go

want to delay his conference and hurriedly

the dresser. Take it.

was a natural thing and Florence uncontrollably