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.
She didn't mean to wrong 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 who was behind it.
Samantha had the nerve to poison Florence while he was away.
She was looking for troubles.
Ernest felt furious, but he suppressed his anger and didn't get angry with Samantha for the time being.
Now was not the time to kill Samantha.
But he promised that Samantha would not live long. If she dared to hurt Florence, he would let her pay the price!
What's more, the reason Ernest couldn't rest was because of the workers who were left behind.
Although they were left to help, they just idled the time. Their presence was like supervision.
If Ernest took a break, someone might report to Samantha, which was giving her another chance to find him.
God knows how disgusted he was of the woman. He didn't want to see that woman again.
Florence hurried into Andrew's room and saw him sitting on the sofa, playing games.
Florence froze.
Ernest was so busy with the work, but Andrew was playing games?
What was going on?
After a moment of surprise, Andrew hurriedly put the phone away and smiled with embarrassment.
"Miss Fraser, don't get me wrong, Mr. Hawkins' work is so detailed that I can't really do much to help him, so I have a lot of time."
It was not that he didn't want to help Ernest, but that he couldn't offer too much help.
Ernest 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 it would only add to the mess.

Florence was shocked. She had not expected this to happen.
She knew finding Magnolia Liliiflora was a secret matter, so Ernest couldn't ask any of his colleagues for help, but Andrew, who
knew everything, couldn't help him.
No wonder Ernest was so busy.
She felt so distressed again.
"I got it. Thank you for walking Ernest in and out every day for his safety and convenience," Florence thanked her politely.
Ernest worked overtime almost every day. He barely had time to go home and had a rest.
But Andrew was not busy, and he had to be with Ernest going to work early and going home late. That was because he needed
to take care of for Ernest.
Hearing Florence say this, Andrew was very relieved.
It was good that Florence could understand him.
He smiled affably and said, "Miss Fraser, you come to get some food for Mr. Hawkins, right?"
Florence nodded.
"I know you would come, so I've already put the food in the incubator. Just take it."
Andrew stepped to the kitchen and took out a delicate 3-tier bento from the incubator and handed it to Florence.
Florence took it quickly and felt more grateful to Andrew for his careful arrangement.
"You are a very kind person, thank you."
Only those who were thoughtful could do this.
Without asking, Florence knew that Andrew was in charge of Ernest's meals.
Andrew laughed and said, "That's what I should do. You can take it as my gratitude. If it hadn't been for Collin's help, I would
have died."

Now he was trying his best to help Ernest because he was someone Collin recommended.
Andrew was a good man who would be grateful to those who had helped him.
Florence's gratitude and admiration for him came from her heart.
After chatting with Andrew for a while, Florence went over to Ernest's desk with the warm lunch box.
She sat down by his side and personally, opened the lunch box.
The fragrance of food wafted away.
Florence looked at the man who was still battering the keyboard and said softly, "Ernest, let's eat."
"All right," Ernest murmured, and stopped working.
He looked at Florence with a flash of pity in his eyes.
"You sleep in the break room tonight. I'll find the whereabouts of Magnolia Liliiflora these days," he said deeply.
Looking at Ernest's slightly red eyes, Florence felt distressed.
"You don't have to be in such a hurry. We have plenty of time. Don't get yourself too tired."
Ernest looked so haggard. Florence knew he must be working too hard.
He kept tapping at the company, and had to stare at the information.
Few people could work like this.
But Ernest had stayed up on end for many days. No matter how strong he was, he would not be able to hold up one day.
Ernest nodded with a wry smile.
"You start to take care of me?" he said meaningfully.
Florence immediately knew what he meant, and her cheeks flushed.
She was like a wife, worrying about her husband.

But they hadn't got married yet.
Florence gave him a shy look and said, "You have problem with that?"