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.

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

the nerve to poison Florence while he

was looking

and

was not the time to

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

couldn't rest was because of the workers who were left

just idled the time. Their

Samantha,

knows how disgusted he was of the woman.

saw him

Florence froze.

so busy with the work, but Andrew was

What was going on?

of surprise, Andrew hurriedly put

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

want to help Ernest,

messy if he was careless. Unless there was a person with the same processing

was shocked. She had not expected this

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

Ernest was so

felt so distressed

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

He barely had

with Ernest going to work early and going home late. That was because he needed to take care of

say this, Andrew

good that Florence

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

Florence nodded.

come, so I've already put

and took out a delicate 3-tier

it quickly and felt more grateful to Andrew for his careful

are a very

were

knew that Andrew was