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.

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

had the nerve to poison Florence while he

looking

his anger and didn't get angry with

was not the time to

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

the reason Ernest couldn't rest was because

just idled

might report to Samantha, which was giving her another chance

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

and saw him sitting on

Florence froze.

the work, but Andrew

What was going on?

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

I can't really do much to

he didn't want to help Ernest, but

one. It would get messy if he was careless. Unless there was a person

She had not expected this

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

wonder Ernest

felt so distressed

Ernest in and out every day for his safety and convenience," Florence

almost every day. He barely had time to go home and had

going to work early and going home late. That was because he

say this, Andrew

that Florence could understand

said, "Miss Fraser, you come to get some

Florence nodded.

I've already put the food in

and took out a delicate 3-tier bento from

took it quickly and felt more grateful to Andrew

a very

were thoughtful could do

knew that Andrew was in