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 even his assistant also said

extremely embarrassed and her face turned burning hot with anger

placed the dishes and bowls on the table

Florence was the only special one

to play up to Florence in the

gloomy face, Florence knew how she felt inwardly. She

would pick on him/her until he/she

Charlotte was her sister after all. Florence could only say to her with

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

outsider at the table, Ernest also lost his appetite and he put down his chopsticks

only one to enjoy the dishes. But as Charlotte and Ernest had finished the breakfast, she felt

breakfast

glance at Charlotte again during the whole breakfast and

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

“Okay.” Florence replied quickly.

She sat

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

she was about to cry at the next

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

bit uncomfortable

others. Don’t

actually had a bad temper and never showed mercy to outsiders, so Charlotte would only be embarrassed if she

Ernest was not Florence’s real fiancé and it was unnecessary for

the villa for Ernest, but not for

she didn’t show it on

then walked upstairs with

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

put the coffee and fruit in

then prepared

headphones and said to her, “This conference will last for several hours. If you feel boring, you

his conference and hurriedly nodded her head,

car on the dresser. Take it.

natural thing and Florence uncontrollably thought of