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.

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

the nerve to poison Florence while he

looking

suppressed his anger and didn't get angry

the time

that Samantha would not live long. If she dared to

more, the reason Ernest couldn't rest was because of the

help, they just idled the time. Their presence

a break, someone might report to Samantha, which was giving her another

disgusted he was of the woman. He didn't want to

saw him sitting on the sofa,

Florence froze.

so busy with the work, but

What was going on?

put the phone away and

get me wrong, Mr. Hawkins' work is so detailed that I can't really do

that he didn't want to help Ernest, but that he couldn't

of data, which was connected one by one. It would get messy if he was careless. Unless there

had not expected

secret matter, so Ernest couldn't ask any of his colleagues for help,

wonder Ernest was

so

out

worked overtime almost every day. He barely had time

be with Ernest going to work early and going home late. That was because he needed to take care of for

this, Andrew

was good that Florence could understand

you come to get some food for

Florence nodded.

you would come, so I've already put the food in the

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

took it quickly and felt more grateful to Andrew for

a very kind

those who were thoughtful could do

knew that Andrew was in