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!

she was an outsider, now

and her face turned burning hot with anger brewing in

dishes and bowls on the table and

that Florence

that he only needed to play up to Florence in the

knew how she felt inwardly.

someone angered Ernest, he would pick on him/her

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

a bad mood and had a

Ernest also lost his appetite and he put down

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

the breakfast time ended

glance at Charlotte again during the whole breakfast and totally

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

“Okay.” Florence replied quickly.

she was transparent. She sat at the table and was

was about to go upstairs with a cup of coffee at her hand, she suddenly said, “Florence, Ernest don’t like me,

choked with grievance as if she was about to cry

under such condition. But when looking at

no reasons, Florence felt a bit uncomfortable when

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

the one hand, Ernest actually had a bad temper and never showed mercy to outsiders, so Charlotte would only be embarrassed if she tried to approach

Ernest was not Florence’s real fiancé and it was

to the villa for Ernest,

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

lightly and gently put the coffee and fruit in front of

then prepared to

took of the headphones and said to her, “This conference will last for several

want to delay his conference and hurriedly nodded her head,

Take it. You can buy

as it was a natural thing and Florence uncontrollably thought of the