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.

She told it to Samantha on purpose, so as to let down her guard. But actually Samantha was the one

the nerve to poison Florence

looking

he suppressed his anger and

not the time

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

Ernest couldn't rest was because

were left to help, they just idled the time. Their presence was

to Samantha, which was giving her

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

room and saw him sitting on the sofa,

Florence froze.

with the work, but

What was going on?

hurriedly put the phone away and smiled with

Mr. Hawkins' work is so detailed that I

to help Ernest, but that

one by one. It would get messy if he was careless. Unless there was a person with the same processing efficiency as him, otherwise it would only add to the

had not expected

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

Ernest was so

felt so

Ernest in and out every day for his safety and

day. He barely had time to go home and had a

and he had to be with Ernest going to work early and going home late. That was because he needed to take care

this, Andrew was very

was good that Florence could

"Miss Fraser, you come to get some food

Florence nodded.

so I've already put the food in the

kitchen and took out a delicate 3-tier

quickly and felt more grateful to Andrew for his

very kind person, thank

were thoughtful could

knew that Andrew