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.

mean to wrong the woman, but it was true that the food was poisoned. She told it to Samantha on purpose, so as to let down her guard.

the nerve to poison

was looking for

felt furious, but he suppressed his anger and didn't get angry

was not the time to

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

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

they just idled the time. Their presence was

to Samantha,

was of the woman. He

saw him sitting on the sofa, playing

Florence froze.

the work, but Andrew was

What was going on?

surprise, Andrew hurriedly put the

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

that he didn't want to help

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

shocked. She had not expected

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

Ernest was

felt so

you for walking Ernest in and out every day for his safety

every day. He barely had time to go home and had

had to be with Ernest going to work early and going home late. That was because he needed to take

Florence say this, Andrew was very

that

you come

Florence nodded.

come, so I've already put the food

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

and felt more grateful to

very

those who were

Florence knew that Andrew was in charge of Ernest's