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.

poisoned. She told it to Samantha on purpose, so as

poison Florence while he was

was looking

anger and didn't

not the time to

would not live long. If she dared to hurt Florence,

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

they just idled the time. Their presence was like

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

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

into Andrew's room and saw

Florence froze.

was so busy with the work,

What was going on?

surprise, Andrew hurriedly put the

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

want to help Ernest, but that he

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,

shocked. She had

any of his colleagues for help, but Andrew, who

wonder Ernest

so

and out every day for his safety and

had time to go home and had a

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

say this, Andrew was very

good that Florence

come to

Florence nodded.

you would come, so I've already put the food in the

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

it quickly and felt more grateful to Andrew

very kind

those who were thoughtful could do

that Andrew was