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

face turned burning

on the table and

that Florence was the only special one

play up to Florence in the

seeing Charlotte’s gloomy face, Florence knew how she felt

he would pick on him/her until he/she

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

herself. But obviously she was in a bad mood and had a poor appetite, so she just casually took some

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

only one to enjoy the dishes. But as Charlotte and

breakfast time ended

a glance at Charlotte again during the whole breakfast and

and said to Florence, “I’ll go to the

“Okay.” Florence replied quickly.

ignored as if she was transparent. She sat at the table

a long while, when seeing that Florence was about to go upstairs with a

grievance as if she was about to cry

to comfort her under such condition. But when looking at

reasons, Florence felt a bit uncomfortable when hearing the word

temperament and it’s hard for him to be close with others.

Ernest actually had a bad temper and never showed mercy to outsiders, so

hand, Ernest was not Florence’s real fiancé and it was unnecessary for Charlotte to be

She came to the

but she didn’t show it on her

and then walked

she entered the study, she saw that Ernest was having a video conference. He was wearing headphones and spoke a language that

put the coffee and fruit in

prepared to leave

headphones and said to her, “This conference will last for several hours. If you feel

delay his conference and hurriedly nodded her head,

the dresser. Take

and Florence uncontrollably thought of the supreme