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.

but it was true that the food was poisoned. She told it to Samantha on purpose, so as

the nerve to poison Florence while

was looking for

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

not the time to kill

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

the reason Ernest couldn't rest was because

they just idled the time. Their

to Samantha, which was giving

he was of the woman. He didn't

and saw him

Florence froze.

the work, but

What was going on?

a moment of surprise, Andrew hurriedly put

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

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

bunch of data, which was connected one by one. It would get messy if he was careless. Unless there was a person

was shocked. She had not

ask any of

wonder Ernest

so

in and out every

barely had time to

with Ernest going to work early

this, Andrew was

that

Fraser, you come to get some food

Florence nodded.

would come, so I've already put the

delicate

it quickly and felt more grateful to Andrew for his careful

are a very kind person,

who were thoughtful

Andrew was