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, now even his assistant also said

her face turned burning

her and quickly placed the dishes and bowls on the table and then quickly left the room under Ernest’s

Florence was the only special one in

needed to play up to Florence in the

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

would pick on

only say to her with

But obviously she was in a bad mood and had a poor

at the table, Ernest also lost his appetite and

as Charlotte and Ernest had finished

breakfast

taken a glance at Charlotte again during the

to his feet and said to Florence, “I’ll go to the study. Send

“Okay.” Florence replied quickly.

if she was transparent. She sat at the table and was shrouded

with a cup

choked with grievance as if she was about to cry at the

But when looking at Charlotte’s pitiful look, she found it hard

bit uncomfortable when

temperament and it’s hard for him to be close with others. Don’t think too much about it.

mercy to outsiders, so Charlotte

Ernest was not Florence’s real fiancé and

expressions immediately turned gloomy. She came to the villa for Ernest,

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

relieved and then walked upstairs with

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

the coffee and fruit in front

prepared

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

want to delay his conference and hurriedly nodded her

the dresser. Take it. You

thing and Florence uncontrollably thought