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.

food was poisoned. She told it to Samantha on purpose, so as to

poison Florence

looking for

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

not the time to kill

long. If she dared to hurt

was

they were left to help, they just idled the

break, someone might report to Samantha, which

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

and saw him sitting on the sofa,

Florence froze.

was so busy with the work, but Andrew

What was going on?

surprise, Andrew hurriedly put the phone away and

Mr. Hawkins' work is so detailed that I

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

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

She had not expected this to

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

Ernest

felt so distressed

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

almost every day. He barely had time

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

this, Andrew was

was good that Florence could

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

Florence nodded.

I've already put the food in the incubator. Just

stepped to the kitchen and took out a delicate 3-tier bento

and felt more grateful to Andrew for his careful

very kind person, thank

were thoughtful

asking, Florence knew that Andrew was