My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

She was nervous and moved backward, “Mr. Hawkins, our relationship is only based on an agreement.”

“Relax. I have no interest in you. If you nag some more, I’ll personally throw you into the bathroom.” Ernest ran out of patience and walked towards Florence.

No interest? Then why did he grind his hand on her body just now and now he was forcing her to take a shower…

But when she saw his large body approaching, Florence became flustered and jumped down the bed.

“I, I’ll go by myself.” She said as she rushed into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. She leaned against the door and heaved a sigh of relief but her heartbeat continued to race. Ernest was so weird tonight that she didn’t even dare to go out to face him.

But he was waiting for her outside…

Florence scratched her hair anxiously. What was she going to do tonight?

“Knock, knock, knock.” There was knocking on the room door from outside.

Ernest sat on the sofa and didn’t even look up, “Enter.”

Timothy opened the door and heard the showering water. He was stunned and was in disbelief. Mr. Hawkins had always been very hygienic and did not like women to be too close to him. How did he allow Florence to take a shower here?

But he quickly composed himself and walked formally towards Ernest.

“Sir, there is a situation that requires your attention.” Timothy wouldn’t look for him at such a place if it wasn’t an urgent matter. Ernest was silent for several seconds before he stood up and looked at the bathroom.

He yelled with a tone of ordering her, “Florence, wait in the room for me!”

was leaving? Florence became excited

and then the door was closed before she

the door to look outside. The corridor was empty and she rushed outside in relief. As soon as Florence went downstairs,

ran over, opened the front passenger seat,

at her, “Why did you come down?

intimacy she

Our relationship is

why is your face red?” Phoebe looked doubtfully at Florence and then

and wound down the car window and said,

said it

didn’t continue to question but said, “How is your design? Tomorrow is the submission of the draft. Do you need my

happened to Florence over these few days and Phoebe was worried that she didn’t have

it. If this design was selected, then I’ll be qualified to design for the president and will no longer be regarded

most talented designer that I’ve seen and will definitely be selected. Keep it

also laughed, “Thanks! I’ll treat you to a big meal if

the designer’s selection gathered at the conference hall. The drafts were collected by the director before submitting

there were several people in the conference hall. She greeted a colleague and found a place to sit down when

new designer with no previous products. Are you here to make

the same time, she was the best friend of Isabel. When Florence entered the

not have a complete design product and could not disassociate herself

Florence didn’t appear weak, “Elise, you should be careful. If somehow

come up with anything worthwhile.” Elise said sarcastically.