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

poison Florence while he was

was looking

anger and didn't get angry with Samantha

was not the time to

Samantha would not live long. If she dared to hurt

couldn't rest was because of the workers

they just idled

to Samantha, which was giving her another chance

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

room and saw him sitting on the sofa,

Florence froze.

busy with the work, but

What was going on?

put

Fraser, don't 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

he was careless. Unless there was a person with the same processing efficiency as

had not

couldn't ask any of his colleagues for help,

Ernest

so distressed

out every day for

overtime almost every day. He barely had time to go home and

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

Florence say this,

was good that Florence could

you come to get some food for Mr.

Florence nodded.

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

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

more grateful to Andrew for his careful

are a very kind person, thank

who were

that Andrew