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!

was an outsider, now even his assistant also

and her face turned burning hot with anger brewing

placed the dishes and bowls on

that Florence was

only needed to play up

seeing Charlotte’s gloomy face, Florence knew how she

Ernest, he would pick

her sister after all. Florence could only say to her with

herself. But obviously she was in a bad mood and

appetite and he put

and Ernest had finished the breakfast, she

breakfast time ended

glance at Charlotte again during

his feet and said to Florence, “I’ll go to the study. Send me a

“Okay.” Florence replied quickly.

transparent. She sat at the table and was shrouded

to go upstairs with a cup of coffee at her hand, she suddenly said, “Florence, Ernest don’t

choked with grievance as if she was about

when looking at Charlotte’s pitiful

bit

“It’s Ernest temperament and it’s hard for him to be close with others. Don’t think too much

and never showed mercy to outsiders, so

Florence’s real fiancé and

turned gloomy. She came to the

didn’t show it on her face. She

and then walked upstairs with the

having a video conference. He was wearing headphones and

gently put the coffee and fruit in front

then prepared

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

didn’t want to delay his conference and hurriedly nodded

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

natural thing and Florence uncontrollably