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!

that she was an outsider, now even

turned burning hot with anger brewing

her and quickly placed the dishes and bowls on the table and then quickly left the room under

accident that Florence

to play

gloomy face, Florence knew how she felt inwardly. She sighed

he would pick on him/her until

could only say to her with a smile, “Come

bad mood and had a poor

lost his appetite and he put down his chopsticks after a short

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

the breakfast time

a glance at Charlotte again during the

go to the study.

“Okay.” Florence replied quickly.

transparent. She sat at the table

about to go upstairs with a cup of coffee

with grievance as if she was about

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

felt a bit uncomfortable when hearing the

others. Don’t

one hand, Ernest actually had a bad temper and never showed mercy to outsiders, so Charlotte would only be embarrassed if she

not Florence’s real fiancé and it was

immediately turned gloomy. She came to the villa

but she didn’t show it on her face. She nodded her head obediently,

then walked upstairs

video conference. He was wearing headphones and spoke a

and gently put the coffee and

prepared to leave

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

his conference and hurriedly nodded her

on the dresser. Take it. You

natural thing and