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.

mean to wrong the woman, but it was true that the food was poisoned. She told it to Samantha on purpose, so

nerve to poison Florence while he

was looking for

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

was not the time to

long. If she dared to hurt

was because of the

to help, they just idled the time. Their

Ernest took a break, someone might report to Samantha, which

woman. He didn't want to see that

room and saw him sitting on

Florence froze.

busy with the work, but Andrew was playing

What was going on?

Andrew hurriedly put the phone away

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

help

was careless. Unless there

was shocked. She had not expected

was a secret matter, so Ernest couldn't ask any of his colleagues for

wonder Ernest

so distressed

in and out every day for

day. He barely had time to go home and had

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

this,

that Florence could

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

Florence nodded.

put the food in

a delicate

quickly and felt more grateful to

very kind

were thoughtful

that Andrew was in charge