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!

an outsider, now even his

turned burning hot

Timothy ignored her and quickly placed the dishes and bowls on the table and then quickly left the room

thoroughly after today’s accident that Florence was the only

needed to play up

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

Ernest, he would pick on him/her

Charlotte was her sister after all. Florence could only say

she was in a bad mood and

table, Ernest also lost his appetite and he put down his chopsticks after

only one to enjoy the dishes. But as Charlotte and

breakfast time ended

at Charlotte again during the whole breakfast and

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

“Okay.” Florence replied quickly.

transparent. She sat

go upstairs with a cup of coffee at her hand, she suddenly

grievance as if she was about to

was supposed to comfort her under such condition. But when looking at Charlotte’s pitiful look, she

felt a bit uncomfortable when hearing the

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

a bad temper and never showed mercy to outsiders, so Charlotte would

real fiancé and it was unnecessary for Charlotte to be too

came to the

it

and then walked upstairs with

she saw that Ernest was having a video

lightly and gently put the coffee and fruit in front of

then prepared to leave

towards her. He took of the headphones and said to her, “This conference will last for

didn’t want to delay his conference and hurriedly

a bank car on the dresser. Take it. You

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