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.

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

poison

looking

anger and didn't get angry with Samantha for

was not the time to kill

would not live long. If she dared to hurt

couldn't rest was because of the workers

to help, they just idled the time.

someone might report to Samantha, which was

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

and saw him sitting on the sofa, playing

Florence froze.

so busy with the work, but Andrew was playing

What was going on?

hurriedly put the

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

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

he was careless. Unless there was a person with the same processing efficiency as him, otherwise it would only add to

She had not expected this to

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

wonder Ernest was

felt so

for walking Ernest in and out every

barely had

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

say this, Andrew was very

good that Florence could

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

Florence nodded.

so I've already put the food in the incubator. Just

took out a delicate 3-tier bento from the

felt more grateful to

are a very kind person,

were thoughtful could do

Florence knew that Andrew was