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!

outsider,

extremely embarrassed and her face turned burning hot with anger brewing

dishes and bowls on the table and then quickly

Florence was the only special one

that he only needed to play up to Florence in the

Florence knew how

pick on him/her until he/she was extremely

was her sister after all. Florence could only say to

in a bad mood and had a

appetite

the dishes. But as Charlotte and

the breakfast time ended

at Charlotte again during the whole breakfast and totally ignored

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

“Okay.” Florence replied quickly.

transparent. She

Florence was about to go upstairs with a cup of coffee at her hand, she suddenly said, “Florence,

was about to cry at the next

her under such condition. But when looking at Charlotte’s pitiful look, she found it hard to utter

bit uncomfortable when hearing the word

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

temper and never showed mercy to outsiders,

real fiancé and it was unnecessary for

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

she didn’t show it on her face. She nodded

felt relieved and then walked upstairs with the

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

gently put the coffee and fruit

prepared to leave

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

conference and hurriedly

on the dresser. Take

a natural thing and Florence