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 one who

had the nerve to poison Florence while he

looking

his anger and didn't

not the time to

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

was because of the workers who

help, they just idled the time. Their presence was

Ernest took a break, someone might report to Samantha, which was

of the woman. He didn't want to see that woman

saw him sitting on the

Florence froze.

was so busy with the work, but Andrew

What was going on?

put the phone away and smiled

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

didn't want to help Ernest, but that he

was careless. Unless there was a person with the same processing

shocked. She had not

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

wonder Ernest was so

so

in and out every day for his safety and convenience,"

He barely had time to go home and had

with Ernest going to work early and going home late. That was because

this, Andrew

that Florence could

"Miss Fraser, you come to

Florence nodded.

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

a delicate 3-tier bento from the

more grateful to Andrew for his careful

are a very kind person,

who were thoughtful could

that Andrew was