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.

was true that the food was poisoned. She told it to

poison

was looking for

but he suppressed his anger and didn't get angry

not the time to

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

the reason Ernest couldn't rest was because of the workers who

were left to help, they just idled the

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

woman. He didn't want to see that

into Andrew's room and saw him sitting on the sofa, playing

Florence froze.

busy with the

What was going on?

moment of surprise, Andrew hurriedly put the phone away and smiled with

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

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

one by one. It would get messy if he was careless. Unless there was a person with the same processing efficiency as him, otherwise it would

She had

ask any of his colleagues for help, but Andrew, who knew everything, couldn't

Ernest

so

walking Ernest in and out every day

He barely had

going to work early

Florence say this, Andrew

was good that Florence could

Fraser, you come to get some food

Florence nodded.

would come, so I've already put the food

a delicate 3-tier bento from the

and felt more grateful to Andrew for

a very kind person,

who were thoughtful could do

asking, Florence knew that Andrew