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.

it to Samantha on purpose, so as

the nerve to poison Florence while he

was looking for

felt furious, but he suppressed his anger and

was not the time to kill

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

was

they were left to help, they just idled the time. Their presence was

Ernest took a break, someone might report to Samantha, which was giving

of the woman. He didn't

Andrew's room and saw him sitting

Florence froze.

so busy with the work,

What was going on?

moment of surprise, Andrew hurriedly put the

me wrong, Mr. Hawkins' work is so detailed that I can't

want to help Ernest, but that he couldn't offer

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

had not

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

Ernest was so

so

in and out every day for his

barely had

with Ernest going to work early and going home late. That was because

this,

that Florence could understand

Fraser, you come to get some food

Florence nodded.

already put the

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

took it quickly and felt more grateful to Andrew for

very kind person, thank

were thoughtful

Andrew was in charge