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!

that she was an outsider, now

turned burning

on the table and

thoroughly after today’s accident that Florence was the

that he only needed to play up to

Florence knew how she

he would pick on

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

was in a bad mood and had a poor appetite, so

the table, Ernest also lost his appetite and

and Ernest had finished

breakfast time

at Charlotte again during the whole breakfast and

go to the study. Send me a cup of coffee

“Okay.” Florence replied quickly.

was transparent. She sat

was about to go upstairs with a cup of coffee

with grievance as if she was

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

a bit uncomfortable when hearing the

line and 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 in

one hand, Ernest actually had a bad temper and never showed mercy to outsiders, so Charlotte would

and it was unnecessary

turned gloomy. She came to the villa for Ernest,

didn’t show it on her face. She nodded her head obediently,

then walked upstairs with the

entered the study, she saw that Ernest was having a video conference.

the

then prepared to leave

“This conference will last for several

delay his conference and

on the dresser. Take it. You can

natural thing and Florence uncontrollably