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

to poison Florence

looking for

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

the time to

that Samantha would not live long. If she dared to hurt

couldn't rest was because of the workers who were left

just idled the time. Their presence was like

to Samantha, which was giving her another chance to find

knows how disgusted he was of the woman. He didn't want

and saw him

Florence froze.

with the work, but Andrew was

What was going on?

moment of surprise, Andrew hurriedly put the phone

Fraser, don't get me wrong, Mr. Hawkins' work is so detailed that I can't really do much to help him, so I have a lot of

help Ernest, but that he couldn't offer too

messy if he was careless. Unless there was a person

had

Ernest couldn't ask any of his

Ernest

felt so distressed

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

had time to

not busy, and he had to be with Ernest going to work early and going home late. That was because he needed to take care of

say this, Andrew

was good that Florence could

come

Florence nodded.

come, so I've already put the

delicate 3-tier bento from the

quickly and felt more

are a very

those who were thoughtful

Andrew was in charge of Ernest's