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.

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 who was behind

had the nerve to poison Florence while he

looking for

furious, but he suppressed his anger and didn't get

was not the time to kill

she dared

couldn't rest was because of the workers who were

they just idled the

to Samantha, which was giving her

woman. He didn't

hurried into Andrew's room and saw him sitting on

Florence froze.

was so busy with the work, but Andrew was playing

What was going on?

a moment of surprise, Andrew hurriedly put the

so detailed that I can't really do much to help him, so I

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

messy if he was careless. Unless there was a

She had

so Ernest couldn't ask any of

Ernest was

so

and out every day for his safety and convenience,"

overtime almost every day. He barely had

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

say this, Andrew

was good that Florence could

affably and said, "Miss Fraser, you come to get some food for Mr. Hawkins,

Florence nodded.

I've already put

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

it quickly and felt more grateful to Andrew for

are a very kind person,

those who were thoughtful

Andrew was in charge of Ernest's