My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 123

Looking at Ernest, Florence was almost drowned in his gaze.

He was quite excellent and he always made her heart hammer so that she couldn’t resist him. She even couldn’t help but want to agree with him without caring about anything else and hug him.

However...

Florence bit her lower lip. The slight tingle on her lip made her remain rational.

“Mr. Hawkins, it’s just a marriage of convenience. You are hitting me in this way. Aren’t you afraid that if the woman you love would know it and feel heartbreaking?”

A marriage of convenience?

The woman he loved?

Ernest frowned slightly. He was surprised that Florence would say such words.

He asked in a deep voice, “Why did you say that?”

A bitterness raised in her heart. Florence pretended to be calm and indifferent and said, “Actually I’ve known everything. You and Miss Marlon...”

“Ding. Ding. Ding...”

Suddenly the internal line on Ernest’s desk rang, and the sharp tone interrupted Florence’s words.

Ernest frowned. All he heard was that Florence said she had known everything.

However, he couldn’t understand what she had known.

“Wait a moment,” said Ernest in a low voice.

Then he pressed the answer button.

It was an internal line. Only when there was something urgent that a call would be connected to this line.

After the call was connected, Timothy’s voice rang out. “Mr. Hawkins, Mr. Broker called. He said there’s something urgent. Shall I connect him through?”

Broker was one of Ernest’s important clients. If there was nothing urgent, he wouldn’t take the initiative to call Ernest.

Ernest answered, “Yes, please.”

“Okay, Mr. Hawkins.”

Timothy hung up the phone. Soon, another call came in.

On the other end of the line, a man was speaking French.

Although Florence couldn’t understand what he was talking about, his tone sounded quite anxious.

Ernest spoke with him in fluent French. His voice was steady and firm with a good accent, making Florence feel as if she was listening to a pleasant declamation.

Florence looked at Ernest while listening to his fluent French. She was fascinated by him, and at the same time, she felt that he was so aloof and distant.

Ernest was indeed an excellent man. He was capable of everything and good at a lot of things. He could do things perfectly. Such a man should be the one on the top of the pyramid, and no woman deserved him.

Even Gemma didn’t deserve him.

Neither did Florence herself.

Florence pursed her lips. Thinking about her words that she was arguing with Ernest just now, she didn’t want to continue with it.

After a while, Ernest hung up the phone.

Although Florence was not good at French, she could understand some simple phrases. Hence, she understood that Ernest would meet Broker later from his last words.

It seemed to be something quite urgent. Even without an appointment, Broker could make the appointment with Ernest.

With self-consciousness, Florence stood up and passed Ernest’s hanging jacket to him.

Looking at the jacket handed from Florence, Ernest said with joy, “Now you know more and more how to be a fiancée.”

Florence felt embarrassed and was about to press the jacket into Ernest’s arms.

“Ahem... You are busy. I’m going back to the design department now.”