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

her face turned burning

quickly placed the dishes and bowls on the table

thoroughly after today’s accident that Florence was the only

that he only needed to play up to Florence in

seeing Charlotte’s gloomy face, Florence knew how

would pick on

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

and had a poor appetite, so she

lost his appetite and he put down his

the dishes. But as Charlotte and Ernest had finished the breakfast,

breakfast

hadn’t taken a glance at Charlotte again during the

“I’ll go to the study. Send me a

“Okay.” Florence replied quickly.

ignored as if she was transparent. She sat at the

was about to go upstairs with a cup of coffee at her hand, she suddenly said, “Florence,

as if she was about to cry at

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

no reasons, Florence felt a bit uncomfortable when hearing the

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.

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

Ernest was not Florence’s real fiancé and it

came to the villa for Ernest, but not for being

didn’t show it on her face. She nodded

felt relieved and then walked upstairs with

was having a video conference.

lightly and gently put the coffee and fruit

then prepared to leave

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

to delay his conference and

a bank car on the dresser. Take it. You can buy anything

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