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.

told it to Samantha on purpose, so

nerve to poison Florence

was looking

and didn't get angry

not the

would not live long. If she dared to hurt Florence, he would let her pay the

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

to help, they just idled

Samantha, which was giving her another chance

was of the woman. He didn't want to see

room and saw him sitting on

Florence froze.

with the work, but

What was going on?

hurriedly put the phone away and smiled

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

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

which was connected 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

was shocked. She had not

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

Ernest was

so distressed

for walking Ernest in and out every day for

overtime almost every day. He barely had

work early and going home late. That was

say this, Andrew was very

good that Florence

"Miss Fraser, you come to get some food for

Florence nodded.

I've already put the

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

quickly and felt more grateful to Andrew for his careful

very kind person,

those who were thoughtful

that Andrew was in