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!

outsider,

extremely embarrassed and her face turned burning hot with anger brewing in her

and quickly placed the dishes and bowls on the table and then quickly left the

today’s accident that Florence was the only special one

only needed to play up to Florence in the

gloomy face, Florence knew how she felt

angered Ernest, he would pick on him/her until he/she was

Charlotte was her sister after all. Florence could only say to

a bad mood and

appetite and he put down his chopsticks

as Charlotte and Ernest had finished the breakfast, she

the breakfast time ended

again during the whole breakfast and

to Florence, “I’ll go to the study. Send me a cup of

“Okay.” Florence replied quickly.

she was transparent. She sat at the

go upstairs with a cup of coffee at her hand,

grievance as if she was about to

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

bit uncomfortable when hearing

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 stay by

one hand, Ernest actually had a bad temper and never showed mercy to

not Florence’s real fiancé and it was unnecessary for Charlotte

the villa for Ernest, but not

she didn’t show it on her face.

and then walked

a video conference. He was wearing headphones and spoke a language that she

the coffee and fruit in front

prepared

her. He took of the headphones and said to her, “This conference will last for several hours. If you feel boring, you can go out

his conference and

dresser. Take

thing and Florence uncontrollably thought of the supreme black