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.

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

to poison Florence

looking for

and didn't get angry with Samantha for the

was not the time to

If she dared to

was because of the

were left to help, they just idled

someone might report to Samantha, which was giving her another chance

of the woman. He didn't

saw him sitting on the

Florence froze.

busy with the work, but Andrew was playing

What was going on?

hurriedly put the

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

was not that he didn't want to help Ernest, but that he couldn't offer

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

She had not expected

Ernest couldn't ask any of his colleagues for help, but Andrew,

Ernest was so

felt so distressed

in and out

barely had time to go home and

busy, and he had to be with Ernest going to work early and

Florence say this,

that Florence could

come

Florence nodded.

already put the

delicate 3-tier bento from the incubator and handed it to

and felt more grateful to

very kind

those who were thoughtful could

knew that Andrew was