My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 122: Yes, I’ve Broken My Promise

She took over the phone and muffled, “What’s the matter?”

“Are you upset?”

The man’s deep and sexy voice came over from the other end of the line.

She was upset just because of him.

Florence said in a deep voice, “Not really.”

He was silent for a few seconds. Ernest then continued, “Come to my office.”

“You can tell me what you want on the phone,” Florence refused without any hesitation.

She wanted to distance herself from him. If others continue mistaking her as the CEO’s future wife, she couldn’t even explain it clearly at all.

Ernest said in a deep voice, “It cannot be spoken.”

Florence was choked, rendered speechless.

Recently she had found that Ernest was not picky but also quite troublesome.

Helplessly, she could only go to the CEO’s office.

Perhaps it was all because of what Shirley said just now, Florence felt that all coworkers weirdly looked at her, some respectful, some envious, and some jealous gazes.

All in all, nobody took her as an ordinary coworker.

Florence felt a migraine in her temples.

“Knock. Knock. Knock.”

When she had arrived at the office door, Florence knocked at the door according to the company rules before walking in.

Ernest was sitting behind the desk. He looked up at her, “In the future, you don’t need to knock at the door before coming in.”

She had to come back and forth so many times. If she always knocked, her hand would hurt.

If she was always specially treated, she would be addicted to it.

Immediately, Florence said politely, “I still should obey the rules and be polite.”

She implied that they were still in a relationship that needed them to keep polite. They were not so close.

didn’t care about it at

he

“For what?”

Florence stood motionlessly.

pointed the document in front of him. “Turn the pages

At the thought that she was almost lured by Ernest when sitting on his lap

to do

at her.

that, Timothy couldn’t but twitch his mouth corners. He didn’t

outside. You can ask any

at Florence with

I like

a beat. Couldn’t he stop saying

in panic, dared not to look

a simple job to turn the pages, you can find

might have forgotten whom

looking at Florence

conscience was

hesitated, looking around in the huge office. Then she

at her, squinting. “You don’t need to be so

It’s convenient in

a smile. She didn’t want to sit

a bit lost. It seemed that the

like a primary school student next to Ernest, turning the pages for him.

progress went on

“Knock. Knock. Knock.”

knocks on the door, and a

to stand up.

sparkled,

Hawkins, I’m sitting here and it’s not

way,

low but seductive tone,

she did mind

and found a few search executives were looking at her and

in such an ambiguous attitude, they

herself invisible. She sat there straightened, keeping the little distance with Ernest as

at all. His tall figure leaned over to Florence, their

her small hand under the desk, playing with

“Excuse me, Mr. Hawkins. They are talking to you.” She wanted him to be more concentrated and

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