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.

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 who was behind

to poison Florence while he

was looking

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

the

that Samantha would not live long. If she dared to

the reason Ernest couldn't rest was because of the workers who

just idled the time. Their presence was

break, someone might report to Samantha, which was giving

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

into Andrew's room and saw

Florence froze.

the work, but Andrew was playing

What was going on?

put

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

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

had a bunch of data, which was connected one by one. It would get messy if he was careless. Unless there was a person with the same processing efficiency as him, otherwise

had not expected this

so Ernest couldn't ask any of his colleagues for help,

Ernest was so

so distressed

it. Thank you for walking Ernest in and out every

He barely had time to

going to work early and going home

this, Andrew

was good that Florence could understand

said, "Miss Fraser, you come to

Florence nodded.

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

the kitchen and took out a delicate 3-tier bento

it quickly and felt more

a very kind

were thoughtful could do

knew that Andrew