My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Timothy was very efficient. It didn’t take him very long to place a brand new set of tables, chairs and benches in the office.

He also brought some of Florence’s work documents from the design department.

He asked politely, “Ms. Fraser, if there’s anything else you need, I’ll help you take them.”

Florence was confused about whose assistant Timothy was based on his dedicated attitude.

Reluctantly taking the documents, she finally accepted her fate.

“That’s it, thank you.”

“I’ll leave you then, you can call me if you need anything.”

Timothy nodded towards Florence then left the room, closing the door behind him.

Ernest and Florence were the only two left in the room once again.

This time, it was different; she wasn’t here to report for duty, somehow she had to stay here for work.

Florence wasn’t feeling too comfortable, “Mr. Hawkins, I’m going to start my work.”

She sat down at her new office desk, rummaging through her documents hastily.

She looked serious, but deep inside, she was in a mess; she couldn’t calm down.

Ernest was slightly upset because he saw how uneasy Florence was in her new work environment.

Florence was still cautious whenever around Ernest.

Only in this way could she gradually get used to getting along with him.

“Knock, knock, knock.”

There were knocking noises outside the office.

Florence, who had been busy working, raised her head immediately and looked at Ernest, her eyes slightly shimmering.

“Someone’s looking for you, should I leave first?”

“No need.”

Ernest simply rejected Florence’s question.

in. They were shocked to see a

office, but what was uncommon was

working inside

never heard of such kind of

refused to look at anyone, burying her head inside her pile of

his lips slightly going upwards and he seemed to be

“Spill the

for a short while. After all, most of

had said so, it meant

climb up ranks this high were elites, so they probably have guessed something was

just stood straight up and started briefing their reports,

behind his desk, dealing with matters on his hand while

dealing with two things

business wasn’t just

of boredom, and

for Ovi Fashion Design Contest has already begun. We’re the largest investor this

Design Contest was held once every three years. It was a nation-wide competition and a place

this contest would

die for;

even qualify for the junior auditions. She initially gave

But now…

company had three places for direct participation; if only she

places; we’ll let those senior designers in our company to compete for their places. That

Qualified?

yet, which meant that she didn’t have any qualifications or achievements to prove her worth and that she was

a quick glance at Florence and saw

deepened as he

“I’ll choose the participants.”

“Yes, Mr. Hawkins.”

no opinion for Ernest’s decision; he was

made Florence’s heart moved, a thread

give her this

she could fight

to leave as soon as

of them came simultaneously, which meant that they all had things

talking about; it was like school time, where teachers were explaining textbooks, she

she fell asleep

at the executives who were speaking spitefully and ordered them

“Keep your voice down.”