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.

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

the nerve to poison Florence while

was looking for

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

not the time to kill

not live long. If she dared to hurt Florence, he would

couldn't rest was because of

they were left to help, they just idled

report to Samantha, which was

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

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

Florence froze.

busy with the work, but Andrew was playing

What was going on?

put the phone

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

to help Ernest, but that he couldn't

It would get messy if he was careless. Unless there was a person with the same processing efficiency as him, otherwise it would only

had not expected this

any of his colleagues for help, but Andrew, who knew everything,

wonder Ernest was so

so distressed

got it. Thank you for walking Ernest in and out every day for

He barely had time to go home and

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

say this, Andrew

good that

you come to get some food for Mr. Hawkins,

Florence nodded.

know you would come, so I've already put the

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

it quickly and felt more grateful to Andrew for his

are a very kind person,

who were thoughtful could do

knew that Andrew was in charge