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!

was an outsider, now even his assistant

and her face turned burning hot with anger brewing in her

bowls on the table and then quickly left the

Florence was the

play up to

face, Florence knew how she

angered Ernest, he would pick on him/her until

all. Florence could only say to her with a smile,

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

also lost his appetite and he put down his chopsticks after

as Charlotte and Ernest had finished the

breakfast time ended

hadn’t taken a glance at Charlotte again during the whole breakfast

go

“Okay.” Florence replied quickly.

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

a long while, when seeing that Florence was about to go upstairs with a cup of coffee at her

if she was about to cry at

was supposed to comfort her under such condition. But when looking at

no reasons, Florence felt a bit uncomfortable when hearing the

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

never showed mercy to outsiders,

was not Florence’s real fiancé and it was

to the villa for

was angry inwardly but she didn’t show it on her

felt relieved and then walked

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

lightly and gently put the coffee and

then prepared to

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

conference and hurriedly

dresser. Take it. You

was a natural thing and Florence uncontrollably thought of the supreme black