My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

With her mind entangled in messy thoughts and her restless heart racing with anxiety, Florence hailed a cab to the company instead of taking the subway.

She did not report to the Design Department upon her arrival but instead make her way up to the floor where the President’s office was located.

As soon as she stepped out of the lift, she unexpectedly bumped into Timothy who was heading towards her.

Florence asked promptly, “Is Mr. Hawkins in, Timothy?”

“You’re here to see Mr. Hawkins?” Timothy gazed at her with an obscure look in his eyes and pursed his lips into a smile. He continued shortly, “I was just going to look for you. Mr. Hawkins is waiting for you on the rooftop. You may head up there to meet with him.”

What did Ernest want with her? Florence brushed away her thoughts for now as she needed to speak to him too.

After escorting her up to the rooftop, Timothy did not step out from the lift but instead went back down right away.

An open air café was situated on the rooftop and it was open for the employees to enjoy their break.

However, the cafe was hushed at the moment with no one in sight, and even the waiters were nowhere to be seen.

Florence strode into the cafe and found Ernest at the spot where the best panoramic view could be enjoyed from the rooftop.

He was seated in elegant manners, his side profile ever so captivating and magnificent.

Florence was slightly anxious from thinking about what she had to say. She took a deep breath, mustered her courage and marched towards him.

She sat down across him, and asked out of politeness, “Are you looking for me, Mr. Hawkins?”

Ernest put down the coffee cup in his hand, his glance at her constituted complex emotions that could not be apprehended. The stare lasted for a while and he finally said with husky tone, “The man you met at the Style Hotel that night…”

“You knew about that night?” Florence was utterly confounded, to the extent that her sweeping eyelashes were fluttering in shock.

In hindsight, she recalled that the man in the hotel that night seemed to be someone of great influence and prestige too. As the man behind the curtain for the Style Hotel, Ernest would have known about this incident after that man had brought about a turmoil in the hotel, exhausting every attempt to uncover her identity. It was no surprise that Ernest would get hold of her identity quicker than that man.

tone, “Mr. Hawkins, I am here to speak to you about the matter that

darkened as he implicitly realized something might not be right after noticing the earnest imploration and fear in her eyes. “What can I help you

was embarrassed to have to spill to him about

not want anything to do with him in the future as well. However, I dropped my diamond-stud earrings in the room in the Style Hotel the other day which could lead to my identity being revealed, and I really do not wish for him to get hold of them. Mr. Hawkins, could you help me out

“You do not wish to be involved with

spitted out the next

I was drunk and unconscious. What difference is there

bit of fear. How she wished she could have given him a thrashing if not for the extreme danger that

expression; his thin lips pursed tightly while he sat bolt upright

persistently asked with a hint of worry in her tone, "You will do me this favour right, Mr. Hawkins? I am now your fiancée nominally, so it will hurt your reputation if

would be hurt? How nice of her to have think this through

and enigmatic eyes which were oozing

intense gaze had made her feel more and more conscience-stricken. There seemed to be nothing that could be called to her mind.

was over her head, she continued

stoned faced, “Someone will hand you the earrings.” He stood

but she soon let out a huge sigh

Ernest only mentioned that he would pass on the earrings to her, but she knew his awareness

meant that her identity would be safer

temporary elusion from danger and her success of attaining the title of the President’s Fashion Designer, Phoebe suggested

among all the entertainment outlets

music were playing enthusiastically over the speaker, and the dance floor was crowded with countless men and women displaying their feverish dance moves. The scene in the club was very happening

grabbed Florence’s hand, passing by numerous seats to head to the

on Flory, let’s dance.”

I don’t know how

I will

on the VIP deck in front of them, and she exclaimed after noticing a familiar face, “Eh,

young men were seated on the grand

on his body, making him