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!

she was an outsider, now even his assistant also

face turned burning hot

the dishes and bowls on the table and then quickly

understood thoroughly after today’s accident that Florence

to play up to

knew how

would pick on

say to her with a smile,

bad mood and had a poor appetite, so she just casually took

also lost his appetite and he put down his

Charlotte and Ernest

the breakfast

glance at Charlotte again during the

go to the study. Send me a

“Okay.” Florence replied quickly.

was transparent. She sat at the table

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

with grievance as if she was about to cry at

But when looking at Charlotte’s

bit

“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 the villa, try not to make contact with Ernest and

mercy to outsiders, so Charlotte would only be embarrassed if she

not Florence’s real fiancé and it was unnecessary for Charlotte to be too intimate with

to the villa for Ernest, but not for being

show it on her face. She nodded her head obediently,

felt relieved and then walked upstairs with the

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

gently put the coffee

prepared to

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

conference

the dresser. Take it. You can

a natural thing and Florence uncontrollably thought