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!

an outsider, now even his assistant

her face turned burning hot with anger brewing

on the

Florence was the only

needed to play

Charlotte’s gloomy face, Florence knew how she felt inwardly. She

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

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

she was in a bad mood and had

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

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

the breakfast

taken a glance at Charlotte again

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

“Okay.” Florence replied quickly.

if she was transparent. She sat at the

long while, when seeing that Florence was about to go upstairs with a cup of coffee at her hand, she suddenly said, “Florence, Ernest don’t like me,

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

Florence felt a bit uncomfortable when hearing the word

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

never showed mercy to outsiders,

other hand, Ernest was not Florence’s real fiancé and it was unnecessary for

the

it on her face. She nodded her

and then walked upstairs with

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

lightly and gently put the

then prepared to

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

didn’t want to delay his conference and hurriedly nodded her

car on the dresser. Take

and