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, so as to

poison Florence

was looking for

his anger and didn't get angry with

was not the

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

Ernest couldn't rest was because

they just idled the time. Their presence was

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

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

Andrew's room and saw him sitting on the sofa,

Florence froze.

the

What was going on?

put the phone

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

not that he didn't want to help Ernest, but that he

bunch of data, which 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,

was shocked. She had not expected this

couldn't ask any of his colleagues for help, but Andrew, who

wonder Ernest

so

and out every day for his safety and convenience,"

overtime almost every day. He barely had time to go

work early and going home late. That was because he needed to take care of for

Florence say this, Andrew was very

good that Florence

smiled affably and said, "Miss Fraser, you come to get

Florence nodded.

I've already put the food in the

took out a delicate 3-tier bento from the incubator and handed it

it quickly and felt more grateful to Andrew

are a very kind person, thank

those who were

that Andrew was