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

extremely embarrassed and her face turned

and quickly placed the dishes and bowls on the table

that Florence was the only special one in Ernest’s

only needed to play up to

Charlotte’s gloomy face, Florence knew how

pick on him/her until he/she was

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

seated herself. But obviously she was in a bad mood and had a poor appetite, so she just

his appetite and he put down his chopsticks

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

the breakfast time ended

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

to his feet and said to Florence, “I’ll go

“Okay.” Florence replied quickly.

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

Florence was about to go upstairs with a cup of coffee

if she was about to cry at the next

was supposed to comfort her under such condition. But when looking at Charlotte’s pitiful look, she found it hard to utter

bit uncomfortable when hearing the word

her lips 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,

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

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

turned gloomy. She came to the villa

was angry inwardly but she didn’t show it

and then

having a video conference. He was wearing headphones and

put the coffee

prepared to

and said to her, “This conference will last for

to delay his conference and

on the dresser. Take it. You can buy anything you

thing and Florence uncontrollably thought of the