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.

to Samantha on purpose, so as to let down her

poison

looking

and didn't get angry with Samantha for the time

the time

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

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

help, they just

someone might report to Samantha, which was giving

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

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

Florence froze.

the work, but

What was going on?

hurriedly put the phone away and smiled with

Mr. Hawkins' work is so detailed that I can't really do much to help

to help Ernest, but

It would get messy if he was careless. Unless there was a person with the same processing efficiency as him, otherwise

shocked. She had not

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

wonder Ernest was so

felt so

out every day for his safety and convenience,"

every day. He barely had

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

Florence say this, Andrew

good that

Fraser, you come to get some

Florence nodded.

put the food in the

delicate 3-tier

more grateful to Andrew for his

a very kind person,

were

that Andrew was in charge of Ernest's