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 actually Samantha was the

had the nerve to poison Florence while

looking

suppressed his anger and didn't get

was not the

Samantha would not live long. If she dared to

rest was

just idled

Samantha, which was giving her another

woman. He didn't want to

into Andrew's room and saw him sitting on the sofa, playing

Florence froze.

was so busy with the work, but Andrew was playing

What was going on?

of surprise, Andrew hurriedly put the phone

that I can't really do much to help him, so I have a lot of

to help Ernest,

bunch of 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 it would only add to the

She had not

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

Ernest was

felt so distressed

and out every day for his

barely had time to go home and had

was not busy, and he had to be with Ernest going to work early and going home late. That was because he needed to take care of for

say this, Andrew was very

was good that Florence could

you come to get some food for Mr. Hawkins,

Florence nodded.

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

out a delicate

more grateful to

very kind person,

who were

Florence knew that Andrew was in charge of