My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

She walked over to Ernest, who was still typing at the keyboard.

On the computer was a series of lists and figures incomprehensible to her.

Florence frowned a little. "Take a break."

It had been several hours since she had been here, and Ernest's hands had never stopped, except when she had meals.

Ernest paused for a moment and looked fondly at Florence.

"I'm a little hungry. Can you ask Andrew to take you to bring me something to eat?"

Florence felt distressed.

It was actually time for a meal when she arrived, but because the food was brought by Samantha, Ernest didn't have a bite.

Now it was dark, and he had not eaten anything.

If it were she, she must be starving.

"Wait a minute. I'll get it right away."

Florence hurried to Andrew's office.

Ernest smiled happily as he watched Florence's anxious back.

It was nothing for him to be hungry.

But Florence's care was sweeter than honey.

But the smile fled in his eyes and he got back on his work.

He didn't have much time. He had to get it done quickly.

Although Florence told him in the room that it was because she missed him and hated the woman, she falsely accused the woman of poisoning and took the opportunity to run away. As far as his knowledge about Florence, Florence was never such a willful person.

What she just in the room must have said to Samantha.

As keen as Ernest, he could get the whole picture of what Florence meant.

the woman, but it was true that the food was poisoned. She told it to Samantha on purpose, so

the nerve to poison Florence while he was

looking

and didn't get angry with

the time

If she dared to hurt Florence, he would let her pay

Ernest couldn't rest was because of the

left to help, they just idled the time. Their presence was

might report to Samantha, which was giving her another

he was of the woman. He

hurried into Andrew's room and saw him sitting on

Florence froze.

so busy with the work, but Andrew

What was going on?

Andrew hurriedly put the phone away

me wrong, Mr. Hawkins' work is so detailed that I can't really do much to help him,

he didn't want to help Ernest, but

careless. Unless there was a person with the same processing efficiency as him, otherwise it

had not

Ernest couldn't ask any of his

wonder Ernest

felt so distressed

in and out

overtime almost every day. He barely had time to go home and had

he had to be with Ernest going to work early and going

Florence say this,

that Florence could understand

and said, "Miss Fraser, you come

Florence nodded.

I've already put the

to the kitchen and took out a delicate 3-tier bento from the incubator and

felt more grateful to Andrew for his careful

are a very

were thoughtful could do

Andrew was in charge of