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!

said that she was an outsider, now even his assistant also said

turned burning hot with anger brewing in her

quickly placed the dishes and bowls on the table and

thoroughly after today’s accident that Florence was the only special

he only needed to play up to Florence in the

knew how she felt inwardly. She sighed

angered Ernest, he would pick

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

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

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

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

the breakfast time ended

at Charlotte again

and said to Florence, “I’ll go to the

“Okay.” Florence replied quickly.

was transparent. She sat at

while, when seeing that Florence was about to go upstairs with a cup

grievance as if she was about to cry

when looking at Charlotte’s

no reasons, Florence felt a bit uncomfortable when hearing

temperament and it’s hard for him to be close with others. Don’t think too much about it. When staying in the villa,

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

was not Florence’s real fiancé and it was unnecessary

She came to the villa for

was angry inwardly but she didn’t show it on her face. She

felt relieved and then walked upstairs

that Ernest was having a video conference. He

walked lightly and gently put the coffee and fruit in front of

prepared to leave

to her, “This conference will last for several hours. If you feel boring, you can go out

to delay his conference and hurriedly

dresser. Take it. You

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