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 also

and her face turned burning

on the table and then quickly left

after today’s accident that Florence was the only special one

to play up

Florence knew how

Ernest, he would pick on him/her until

was her sister after all. Florence could only say to

and had a poor appetite, so she just casually took

an outsider at the table, Ernest also lost his appetite and

the only one to enjoy the dishes. But as Charlotte and

the breakfast

a glance at Charlotte again during the whole

“I’ll go to the study. Send me a cup

“Okay.” Florence replied quickly.

was transparent. She sat at the table and was

upstairs with a cup of

grievance as if she was

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

a bit

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

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 unnecessary for Charlotte to be too intimate with

the villa for Ernest, but not for being Florence’s

angry inwardly but she didn’t show it on her face. She nodded her head

felt relieved and then walked upstairs with

that Ernest was having a video conference. He

the coffee and fruit in front of

then prepared to

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

his conference and hurriedly

car on the dresser. Take it. You can buy

it was a natural thing and Florence uncontrollably thought