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.

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

nerve to poison Florence

looking

he suppressed his anger and didn't get angry with Samantha for the

not the

long. If she

the reason Ernest couldn't rest was because of the workers

they were left to help, they just idled the time.

someone might report to Samantha, which was giving her

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

hurried into Andrew's room and saw him sitting on the

Florence froze.

so busy with the work,

What was going on?

hurriedly put

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

help Ernest, but that he

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

was shocked. She had not expected this to

a secret matter, so Ernest couldn't ask any of his colleagues

Ernest

so

out

day. He barely had time to go

with Ernest going to work early

this,

good that Florence

affably and said, "Miss Fraser, you come to get some

Florence nodded.

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

took out a delicate 3-tier bento from the incubator and handed

it quickly and felt more grateful

very kind person,

were thoughtful

Florence knew that Andrew was