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!

outsider, now

and her face turned burning hot with anger brewing

her and quickly placed the dishes and bowls on

thoroughly after today’s accident that Florence was the

he only needed to play up to

Florence knew how

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

could only say to her with a smile, “Come

mood and had a poor appetite, so she just casually took some

also lost his appetite and he put down his chopsticks after a short

one to enjoy the dishes. But as Charlotte and Ernest had finished the

the breakfast time ended

again during the whole breakfast and

to Florence, “I’ll go to the study.

“Okay.” Florence replied quickly.

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

was about to go upstairs with a cup of coffee at her hand,

as if she was about to cry at

condition. But when looking at

reasons, Florence felt a bit uncomfortable when hearing

hard for him to be close with others. Don’t think too much about it. When staying in the villa, try not to make contact

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

Ernest was not Florence’s real fiancé and it was unnecessary

gloomy. She came to the villa for

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

felt relieved and then

entered the study, she saw that Ernest was having a video conference. He was wearing headphones

and gently put the coffee and fruit

then prepared to

her, “This conference will last for several hours. If you feel boring, you can go

to delay his conference and hurriedly nodded her head,

on the dresser. Take

was a natural thing and Florence uncontrollably thought