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,

and her face turned burning hot with anger brewing in her

bowls on the table and then

today’s accident that Florence was the only special

he only needed to play up

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

he would pick on him/her until

all. Florence could only say to her with a

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

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

Charlotte and Ernest had finished the breakfast, she

breakfast time

again during the whole breakfast and

feet and said to Florence, “I’ll go to

“Okay.” Florence replied quickly.

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

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

as if she was about to cry at the next

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

no reasons, Florence felt a bit uncomfortable when

hard for him to be close 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

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

hand, Ernest was not Florence’s real fiancé and it

She came to the villa for Ernest, but not for being

didn’t show it on her face. She nodded her

and then walked upstairs

study, she saw that Ernest was having a video conference. He was wearing headphones and spoke a language that she didn’t

and gently put the coffee and

prepared to leave

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

delay his conference and hurriedly nodded

the dresser. Take it. You can buy anything

a natural thing and Florence uncontrollably thought of the