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

her face turned

quickly placed the dishes and bowls on

that Florence

needed to play

gloomy face, Florence knew how she felt inwardly. She

he would pick on him/her

all. Florence could only say to her with a

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

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

the breakfast

glance at Charlotte again during the whole breakfast

“I’ll go

“Okay.” Florence replied quickly.

was totally ignored as if she was transparent. She

go upstairs with a cup of

she was about to cry at the next

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

reasons, Florence felt a bit uncomfortable when

into a straight 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 the villa, try

never showed mercy to outsiders, so Charlotte would

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

She came to the villa for Ernest, but not for being Florence’s

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

and then walked upstairs with the

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

put the coffee and

then prepared to leave

“This conference will last for several hours. If

conference and hurriedly nodded

a bank car on the dresser. Take it.

as it was a natural thing and Florence