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.

told it to Samantha on purpose, so as to let down her guard. But actually Samantha was the

nerve to poison Florence

was looking

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

was not the time

live long. If she

rest was because of the workers who were left

they just idled

to Samantha, which was giving her another chance to find

he was of the woman. He didn't want to see

Andrew's room and saw him sitting on

Florence froze.

the work, but Andrew was

What was going on?

of surprise, Andrew hurriedly put the phone

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

to help

get messy if he was careless. Unless there was a person

had not expected this to

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

Ernest was

felt so distressed

walking Ernest in and out

every day. He barely had time to go home and

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

Florence say this,

good that Florence could understand

Fraser, you come to get some food

Florence nodded.

already put the food in the

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

it quickly and felt more grateful

are a very kind

were thoughtful could do

knew that Andrew was in charge