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!

was an outsider, now even

and her face turned burning hot with anger brewing in

placed the dishes and bowls on the table and then quickly

that Florence was the only special one in Ernest’s

that he only needed to play

face, Florence knew how

Ernest, he would pick

all. Florence could only say

was in a bad mood and had a poor appetite, so she just casually took some

also lost his appetite and he put

was the only one to enjoy the dishes. But as Charlotte and Ernest had finished the breakfast, she felt embarrassed to

the breakfast

taken a glance at Charlotte again during the

stood to his feet and said to Florence, “I’ll go to the

“Okay.” Florence replied quickly.

was totally ignored as if she was transparent. She

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

grievance as if she was about to cry

was supposed to comfort her under such condition. But when looking at Charlotte’s pitiful look, she

reasons, Florence felt a bit uncomfortable when hearing

lips into a straight line and then said, “It’s Ernest temperament and it’s hard for him to be close with others. Don’t think too much about it. When staying in the villa, try not to make contact with Ernest and just

mercy to outsiders, so Charlotte would only

real fiancé and it was unnecessary for Charlotte to be too

to the villa for

but she didn’t show it on her face.

relieved and then walked

a video conference. He was

gently put the coffee and fruit in front

then prepared to leave

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

want to delay his conference and hurriedly nodded her head,

the dresser. Take it. You can

it was a natural thing and Florence uncontrollably thought