My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 122

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.

However, Ernest didn’t care about it at all.

Waving at her, he said, “Come here.”

“For what?”

Florence stood motionlessly.

Ernest pointed the document in front of him. “Turn the pages for me.”

Turning the page again? At the thought that she was almost lured by Ernest when sitting on his lap last night, Florence would blush in shyness and anger, feeling quite uneasy.

“You can ask Timothy to do that for you.”

Ernest looked up at her. “He’s too ugly.”

Upon hearing that, Timothy couldn’t but twitch his mouth corners. He didn’t do anything but still was criticized.

Florence thought for a while and said, “You have so many pretty secretaries outside. You can ask any of them to come in. And they are quite professional.”

Ernest squinted, glinting at Florence with his deep eyes with passion.

“But I like you only.”

Florence’s heart skipped a beat. Couldn’t he stop saying such ambiguous words?

She blushed in panic, dared not to look at him.

“Mr., Mr. Hawkins, I really have work to do. For such a simple job to turn the pages, you can find anyone at random.”

“Florence, you might have forgotten whom my hand was injured for...”

Ernest raised his hand that was bandaged like a mummy’s, looking at Florence as if he was looking at an ungrateful woman.

Florence’s conscience was stabbed sharply.

She hesitated, looking around in the huge office. Then she took a stool and put it next to Ernest.

Ernest looked at her, squinting. “You don’t need to be so bothered.”

“No problem. It’s convenient in this way.”