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.

didn't mean to wrong the woman, but it was true that the food was poisoned. She told it to Samantha on purpose, so as to

the nerve to poison Florence while he was

was looking

his anger and didn't

not the time to

he promised that Samantha would not live long. If she dared to hurt Florence, he would

Ernest couldn't rest was because of the workers

they were left to help, they just idled the time. Their

Samantha, which was

disgusted he was of the woman.

Andrew's room and saw him sitting on

Florence froze.

the work, but Andrew was playing

What was going on?

Andrew hurriedly put the phone away and smiled

that I can't really do much to help him,

help Ernest, but that he couldn't

he was careless. Unless there was a person with the same processing efficiency

was shocked. She had not expected

ask any of his colleagues for help, but

Ernest

so distressed

you for walking Ernest in and out

barely had time to go home and had

had to be with Ernest going to work early and going home late. That was because he needed

this, Andrew was very

was good that

and said, "Miss Fraser, you come to get

Florence nodded.

already put

kitchen and took out a delicate 3-tier bento

quickly and felt more

a very kind

who were thoughtful could do

Florence knew that Andrew was in charge of Ernest's