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

extremely embarrassed and her face turned burning hot

on the table and

today’s accident that Florence was the only special

only needed to play up to Florence in

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

Ernest, he would pick on him/her until

only say to her with a smile, “Come here

mood and had a poor appetite, so she just

the table, Ernest also lost his appetite and he put

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

the breakfast

at Charlotte again during the whole breakfast and totally

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

“Okay.” Florence replied quickly.

She sat at

go upstairs with a cup of coffee at her

she was about to cry at the next

looking

no reasons, Florence felt a bit uncomfortable

a straight line and then said, “It’s Ernest temperament and it’s hard for him to be close with others. Don’t think too much about it. When staying in the villa,

and never showed mercy to outsiders, so Charlotte

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

to the villa for Ernest, but

she didn’t show it

felt relieved and then

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

walked lightly and gently put the coffee and fruit in

prepared

conference will last for several hours. If you feel boring, you can

want to delay his conference and

the dresser. Take it. You can buy anything you

was a natural thing and Florence uncontrollably thought of the supreme