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.

true that the food was poisoned. She told it to

the nerve to poison Florence while he was

was looking

but he suppressed his anger and didn't get angry with Samantha

not the time to kill

would not live long. If she dared to hurt Florence,

was because of the workers who

just idled

someone might report to Samantha, which was giving her another chance

disgusted he was of the woman. He

and saw him sitting

Florence froze.

was so busy with the work, but

What was going on?

Andrew hurriedly put the phone

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

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

bunch of data, 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

She had not expected

was a secret matter, so Ernest couldn't ask any of his colleagues for help, but Andrew,

Ernest was so

felt so distressed

for walking Ernest in and out every day for his

barely had

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

Florence say this, Andrew

that

come to

Florence nodded.

know you would come, so I've already put the food in the incubator. Just take

delicate 3-tier bento from the

and felt more grateful to Andrew for his

very

who were thoughtful could

Andrew was