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 poisoned. She told it to Samantha on purpose, so as to let down her guard.

the nerve to poison

was looking

furious, but he suppressed his anger and didn't get angry

not the time to kill

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

rest was because of the workers

help, they just

report to Samantha,

he was of the woman. He

saw him sitting

Florence froze.

with the work, but Andrew

What was going on?

surprise, Andrew hurriedly put the

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

help Ernest, but that

had a 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 would only

had not expected

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

Ernest was so

felt so

out every day for his safety and

day. He barely had time to go home

not busy, and he had to be with Ernest going to work early and

say this, Andrew

good that

you come

Florence nodded.

already put

the kitchen and took out a delicate 3-tier

it quickly and felt more

are a very kind

were thoughtful could do

Florence knew that Andrew was