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 let down her guard. But actually Samantha was the one who

to poison Florence

looking

he suppressed his anger and

the time to kill

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

more, the reason Ernest couldn't rest was because of the

to help, they just idled the time. Their presence was

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

disgusted he was of the woman. He

room and saw him sitting

Florence froze.

so busy with the work, but Andrew was

What was going on?

moment of surprise, Andrew hurriedly put

that I can't really do

to help Ernest, but

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

shocked. She had

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

Ernest was so

so

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

every day. He barely had time to go

going to work early and going home late.

this,

that

affably and said, "Miss Fraser, you come

Florence nodded.

come, so I've already put the food in the incubator. Just

delicate 3-tier bento from the incubator and handed

more grateful to Andrew

very kind person,

were thoughtful

Florence knew that Andrew was