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,

felt extremely embarrassed and her face turned burning hot with

ignored her and quickly placed the dishes and bowls on the table

Florence was

play

face, Florence knew how she

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

her sister after all. Florence could only say to her with a smile, “Come here

obviously she was in a bad mood and had a poor appetite,

outsider at the table, Ernest also lost his appetite and he put down his chopsticks

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

breakfast time

glance at Charlotte again during the whole breakfast and

stood to his feet and said to Florence, “I’ll go to the study. Send me

“Okay.” Florence replied quickly.

if she was transparent. She sat at the

go upstairs with a cup

she was about to cry at

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

Florence felt a bit uncomfortable when hearing the word

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

and never showed mercy to

Florence’s real fiancé and it was unnecessary for Charlotte to be too intimate

the villa for Ernest, but not

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

relieved and then walked upstairs

having a video

lightly and gently put the

then prepared to

He took of the headphones and said to her, “This conference will

to delay his conference and hurriedly nodded her head,

a bank car on the dresser. Take it.

was a natural thing and Florence uncontrollably thought of the