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.

true that the food was poisoned. She told it to Samantha

poison Florence while

was looking

suppressed his anger and didn't get

not the time to kill

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

more, the reason Ernest couldn't rest was because

help, they just idled the time.

to Samantha, which was giving her

woman. He didn't want to see

room and saw him sitting on the

Florence froze.

the work, but Andrew was playing

What was going on?

moment of surprise, Andrew hurriedly put the phone

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

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

careless. Unless there was

She had

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

Ernest was

felt so distressed

you for walking Ernest in and out every day for his safety and convenience,"

every day. He barely had

going to work early and going home late. That was because he needed to take

Florence say this, Andrew was very

that Florence

you come to get some food for

Florence nodded.

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

delicate 3-tier

it quickly and felt more grateful to Andrew

very kind

were thoughtful

asking, Florence knew that Andrew