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.

that the food was poisoned. She told it to Samantha on

had the nerve to poison Florence while

was looking for

felt furious, but he suppressed his anger and didn't get angry with Samantha for

was not the time to kill

long. If she dared to hurt Florence,

rest was because

they just idled

might report to Samantha,

the woman. He

room and saw him sitting on the sofa, playing

Florence froze.

busy with the work, but Andrew

What was going on?

surprise, Andrew hurriedly put

so detailed that I can't really

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

bunch of data, which was connected one by one. It would get messy if he was careless. Unless there was

had

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

Ernest was so

so

and out every day for his safety and convenience," Florence thanked her

worked overtime almost every day. He barely had time to go home

to work early

say this, Andrew was

that Florence could

affably and said, "Miss Fraser, you come to get some food for Mr.

Florence nodded.

know you would come, so I've already put the food in the

a delicate 3-tier bento from the

took it quickly and felt more grateful to

are a very kind person, thank

those who were thoughtful

Andrew