My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 732 Why Do You Poison Me?

Florence detested this feeling, which made her feel irritated and aggrieved. She was even worried that once something unexpected happened to her, Ernest would strive to seek her.

And then all the plans for seeking medicine would fail.

She couldn't await her doom!

"Bonnie, Florence, lunch time."

Just at that moment, a woman not far away asked them for the meal.

With her apron, the woman gave a rare smile.

Florence looked at her in surprise. This woman rolled her eyes at her with hatred every day. Why didn't she do it today?

Was she in a good mood? So she ignored her hatred for her?

Florence was confused.

The woman raised her voice again, "Come for lunch, or the dishes will turn cold."

"Okay, we're coming."

Bonnie was a bit afraid of the woman so she stood up immediately.

Because of Princess Samantha, Florence lost her appetite. She shook her head and said to Bonnie, "Have lunch yourself. Leave me alone. I'm not hungry."

Bonnie found Florence was in a bad mood so she understood her.

Without saying anything, she came towards the woman.

Seeing Bonnie come alone for lunch, the woman said with dissatisfaction,

"Why do you come here alone? Where's Florence? Why hasn't she come?"

"Mum, she's not hungry. Let's have lunch ourselves."

The woman frowned at once. She pushed away Bonnie directly and strode towards Florence.

"Florence, come for lunch."

Her voice was at a high pitch, sounding impatient.

Florence was a bit surprised by her as the woman was reluctant to see her in the dining hall. Why was the woman so unusual toadying and why did the woman even urge her for lunch?

Florence explained again, "I'm not hungry. It doesn't matter that you have lunch yourselves."

"Even though you're not hungry, you should have the meal. I've cooked so much for you. How can you waste so much food?"

The woman was very unpleased with a long face. It seemed that she had to have lunch.

If she didn't have meal, most people would worry that she would be hungry.

However, this woman didn't worry about this at all.

Further, the woman cooked so much for her?

Why was she so good to her?

After all, there was always so much food on the men's table. Either the two little boys' or Andrew's attendance at the dinner table didn't influence the amount of food. The food on the men's table was

usually wasted.

Her join wouldn't affect the amount of food at all.

But today…

The woman was weird.

Facing Florence's skeptical look, the woman reacted with blinking eyes. She raised her voice again,

"What are you doing? Hurry, don't let us wait you."

Her firm attitude indicated that Florence had to finish dinner today.

Florence frowned a little. When something went wrong, there must be a demon.

What was wrong?

After thinking for a while, she stood up and answered, "okay."

Hearing her reply, the woman apparently let out a sigh of relief.

The obvious change of mood made Florence more puzzled.

What was wrong with the dinner?

Did Princess Samantha come back without invitation again? Was she at table?

Was Samantha going to trouble her again and again?

Thinking of this, Florence felt a bit headache, but she had no choice. She had to show up in the dining hall so that she could get rid of the woman.

Florence was quite gloomy. Since Princess Samantha came here, she had felt uncomfortable at every meal.

The dining hall was not far away, so she soon arrived there.

Surprisingly, Princess Samantha was not there as she had expected and only three pairs of bowls and chopsticks were placed on the men's table.

The two little boys' and Florence's.

Further, what was different was that rice had been put in the bowls.

A full bowl.

Usually they took cooked rice out of a cooker into the bowls themselves.

"Hurry up."

The woman urged.

Florence frowned and the confusion weighed heavily on her mind. There must be something wrong.

This must be a dinner where treachery was planned.

Florence thought quickly in heart. Seeing the two little boys who were arranged to sit in certain seats, she got an idea.

She went up to one of the boys, raising her voice and saying,

"Sarry, I feel uncomfortable today. Could you please exchange your seat with me? Could I take your seat?"

"No problem."

The little boy jumped out of the seat quickly and sat in Florence's.

The little boy's seat was a little small with a back, very soft and comfortable to sit on.

Florence took the seat. When the boy was about to pick up the chopsticks, Florence raised her voice again,

"Sarry, you can take my bowl of rice. I haven't touched it yet."

"All right."

Sarry nodded. He picked the chopsticks, ready for eating.

Florence narrowed her eyes, closely watching his behavior and she planned to stop him at any time.

However, before the rice entered the boy's mouth, a figure rushed towards him like hurricane. The figure threw away the rice on his chopsticks.

It was the woman.

She looked scared and surprised. Then she broke out into curses towards Florence.

"You bitch. You almost kill my son!"

Kill?

Florence was startled. It had been her guess, but now it was a truth.

Her bowl of rice was poisoned!

It turned out that the woman suddenly treated nicely to her because she wanted to poison her.

At once Florence felt cold sweat on her back. Her heart nearly contracted. If she hadn't found something wrong and taken advantage of Sarry to sound out the woman's intention, she would have lain on the floor.

After saying so, the woman realized what she had said.

Her expression changed greatly. She explained nervously,

"I, I mean Sarry is a neat freak and he is easily allergic. So he can't eat the food others have touched. You ask him to eat your rice, which will kill him."

The casual explanation was full of holes.

She had stayed with them for a couple of days. She saw Sarry and his brother share the same persimmon and he often made himself dirty. So he wasn't a neat freak at all.

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Florence frowned tightly and stared at the woman with her sharp eyesight.

"Why do you poison me?"

Although the woman hated her, she just wore a long face and treated her coldly to express her dissatisfaction. Initially, she tried to abuse her, but she never tried to kill her life with poison.

Moreover, these days, because of the bodyguards, she hardly got together with the woman and their conflicts decreased a lot.

The woman shouldn't have any reason to poison her.

More importantly, although the woman looked harsh, she was not vicious enough to kill her.