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.

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

nerve to poison Florence while he

was looking

suppressed his anger and didn't get angry with Samantha

not the time to kill

If she dared to hurt Florence, he would let her pay

the reason Ernest couldn't rest was

help, they just idled the time. Their

report to Samantha, which was giving her

disgusted he was of the woman. He

and saw him sitting on the sofa,

Florence froze.

with the work, but Andrew was playing

What was going on?

put the phone away

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

help Ernest, but that

get messy if he was careless. Unless there was a person with the same processing

had not expected this to

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

Ernest

so

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

barely had time to go home and had a

to be with Ernest going to work early and going home late. That

this, Andrew was very

good that Florence could

Fraser, you come

Florence nodded.

would come, so I've already put the

out a delicate 3-tier bento from

and felt more

very kind person,

who were thoughtful could do

asking, Florence knew that Andrew