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

had the nerve to poison Florence while he was

looking for

his anger and didn't

was not the time to kill

that Samantha would not live long. If she dared to

couldn't rest was because

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

took a break, someone might report to Samantha,

woman. He didn't want to see

saw him sitting on the sofa,

Florence froze.

so busy with the work, but Andrew was playing

What was going on?

a moment of surprise, Andrew hurriedly put the

wrong, Mr. Hawkins' work is so detailed that I can't really do

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

one. It would get messy if he was careless. Unless there was a person with the same

was shocked. She had not expected this

Liliiflora was a secret matter, so Ernest couldn't ask any

Ernest was so

felt so

you for walking Ernest in and out every day for his

worked overtime almost every day. He barely had

work early and going home late. That was because

this, Andrew

that

come to get

Florence nodded.

already put the food in the incubator. Just

a delicate 3-tier bento from

took it quickly and felt more grateful to Andrew

a very

those who were thoughtful

knew that Andrew was in charge of Ernest's