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.

woman, but it was true that the food was poisoned. She told it to Samantha on purpose,

to poison Florence while he

was looking for

suppressed his anger and didn't

was not the time to

not live long. If she dared to hurt

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

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

Samantha, which was giving her another chance to find

woman. He didn't want to see that woman

Andrew's room and saw him sitting on the

Florence froze.

busy with the work, but Andrew

What was going on?

put the phone away

so detailed that I can't really do much to help him,

want to help

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

She had not expected this to

matter, so Ernest couldn't ask any of

Ernest was so

so

Ernest in and out every day for

overtime almost every day. He barely had time to

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

this, Andrew was

good that Florence could understand

Fraser, you come to get some

Florence nodded.

I've already put the food in the incubator.

delicate

more grateful to

a very kind person, thank

were thoughtful

Florence knew that Andrew was in charge of