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, now even his

her face turned burning hot

and bowls on the table

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

needed to play up to Florence

gloomy face, Florence knew how she felt inwardly. She

he would pick on him/her until he/she was

all. Florence could only say to her with a smile, “Come

bad mood and had

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

and Ernest had finished the

the breakfast time

hadn’t taken a glance at Charlotte again during the whole breakfast and totally

“I’ll go to the study. Send me a cup of

“Okay.” Florence replied quickly.

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

long 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,

if she was about to cry at the

her under such condition. But when looking at Charlotte’s pitiful look, she

Florence felt a bit uncomfortable when hearing the

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

showed mercy to outsiders, so Charlotte would only

Florence’s real fiancé and it was unnecessary for Charlotte to be

the villa

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

and then walked upstairs

having a video conference. He was

the coffee and fruit in front of

then prepared to

Ernest suddenly looked towards her. He took of the headphones and said to her, “This conference will last for several hours. If you feel boring, you can go out and

didn’t want to delay his conference and hurriedly nodded

Take

natural thing and Florence