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.

the 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 was the one

poison Florence while he was

looking for

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

the time to

long. If she dared to hurt Florence, he would let her pay

was because of the workers who were left

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

report to Samantha,

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

Andrew's room and saw him

Florence froze.

so busy with the work, but Andrew was

What was going on?

put the

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

he didn't want to help

if he was careless. Unless there was a person with the same processing efficiency

was shocked. She had not

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

Ernest was so

so distressed

walking Ernest in and out every day

almost every day. He barely had time to go home and had

Ernest going to work early and going home late. That

say this,

that Florence could

Fraser, you come to get some food

Florence nodded.

so I've already put the food in

out a delicate 3-tier bento from the incubator and handed it to

it quickly and felt more grateful to

a very kind person,

were thoughtful

knew that Andrew was in charge of Ernest's