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.

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

the nerve to poison Florence

was looking

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

not the time

Samantha would not live long. If she dared to

rest was because of the workers who

to help, they just idled the time. Their

took a break, someone might report to Samantha, which

woman. He didn't want to see that

hurried 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 away and

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

that he didn't want to help Ernest,

data, which was connected one by one. It would get messy if he was careless. Unless there was a person with the same processing

had not expected this to

Liliiflora was a secret matter, so Ernest couldn't ask any

Ernest

felt so distressed

it. Thank you for walking Ernest in and out

barely had

Ernest going to work early

say this, Andrew

that Florence could understand

smiled affably and said, "Miss Fraser, you come to

Florence nodded.

put the

out a delicate

it quickly and felt more grateful to Andrew for

are a very kind person,

who were thoughtful

that Andrew was in charge of