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.

wrong the woman, but it was true that the food was poisoned. 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 while he was

looking

his anger and didn't get angry with

not the time to kill

Samantha would not live long. If she dared to hurt

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

help, they just idled the

report to Samantha, which was giving her

the woman. He didn't

hurried into Andrew's room and saw him sitting on the

Florence froze.

with the work, but

What was going on?

moment of surprise, Andrew hurriedly put the phone away and

Hawkins' work is so detailed that I can't really do much

that he didn't want to help Ernest, but that

was careless. Unless there was a

had not expected this to

ask any of his colleagues for

Ernest was so

felt so

out every day for

day. He barely had

was not busy, and he had to be with Ernest going to work early and going home late. That was because

this, Andrew was

good that Florence could understand

you come to

Florence nodded.

I've already put the food

and took out a delicate

more grateful to Andrew for his

a very

who were thoughtful could do

Florence knew that Andrew was in