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

her face turned burning

her and quickly placed the dishes and bowls on the table and then quickly left the room under

after today’s accident that Florence

to play

knew how she felt

he would pick

could only say to her with a smile,

and had a poor

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

one to enjoy the dishes. But as Charlotte and

breakfast time

at Charlotte again during

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

“Okay.” Florence replied quickly.

transparent. She sat at the table

to go upstairs with a cup of

if she was about to cry at the next

But when looking at Charlotte’s pitiful look, she found it hard to utter

no reasons, Florence felt a bit uncomfortable when

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

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

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

the villa for Ernest, but not for

it on her face. She nodded her head obediently,

then walked upstairs with

video

gently put the coffee and

prepared

Ernest suddenly looked towards her. He took of the headphones and said to her, “This conference will last for several

to delay his conference and hurriedly nodded

the dresser. Take it. You can buy

thing and Florence uncontrollably