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.

poisoned. She told it to Samantha on purpose, so as to

the nerve to poison Florence

looking

and didn't

the time to kill

she dared

couldn't rest was because of the workers who

help, they just idled

Ernest took a break, someone might report to Samantha, which was giving

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

Andrew's room and saw him

Florence froze.

busy with the work, but

What was going on?

moment of surprise, Andrew hurriedly put the phone away and

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

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

he was careless. Unless there was a person with the same processing efficiency as him, otherwise

had not expected

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

Ernest was so

so

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

every day. He barely had time

early and

Florence say this, Andrew

good that Florence

come

Florence nodded.

so I've already put the food in the

stepped to the kitchen and took out a delicate 3-tier bento from the incubator

quickly and felt more grateful to Andrew for his

very kind person,

those who were thoughtful could

that Andrew was in