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.

it was true that the food was poisoned. She told it to Samantha on purpose, so as to let down her

to poison

looking

his anger and didn't get angry with Samantha for

the time

she dared to hurt Florence, he would

Ernest couldn't rest was because of

help, they just idled the time. Their presence was

break, someone might report to Samantha, which was giving

knows how disgusted he was of the woman. He didn't want to see that

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

Florence froze.

with the work, but Andrew was playing

What was going on?

surprise, Andrew hurriedly put the phone away

I can't really do much to help him,

to help Ernest, but that

by one. It would get messy if he was careless. Unless

shocked. She had not expected this to

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

wonder Ernest was

so

Ernest in and out every day

every day. He barely had time to go home and

early and going home late. That was because he needed to take

say this, Andrew was

that Florence

Fraser, you come to get some food for Mr. Hawkins,

Florence nodded.

put the food in the

out a delicate 3-tier bento from the incubator and handed it

and felt more grateful to Andrew for his careful

a very kind person,

those who were thoughtful could do

asking, Florence knew that Andrew was in