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.

the food was poisoned. She told it to Samantha on purpose, so as to let down her guard.

had the nerve to poison Florence while he

was looking for

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

the

promised that Samantha would not live long. If she dared to hurt Florence,

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

to help, they just idled

to Samantha, which was giving her another chance to

the woman. He didn't

into Andrew's room and saw

Florence froze.

with the work, but Andrew

What was going on?

surprise, Andrew hurriedly put the phone away and

Hawkins' work is so detailed that I can't really do much to help him, so I have

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

of data, which was connected 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

had not expected this to

ask any of his colleagues for help, but

Ernest was

so

Ernest in and out every day for

overtime almost every day. He barely had time to go

Andrew was not busy, and he had to be with Ernest going to work early

say this, Andrew

good that

and said, "Miss Fraser, you come to get some

Florence nodded.

I've already put the food in

and took out a delicate 3-tier bento

quickly and felt more grateful to Andrew for

a very

were thoughtful could

Florence knew that Andrew was in charge of