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.

“Mr. Hawkins, I am here to speak to you about the matter that night too. Could you do me a favour?” Her voice revealed her earnest

face darkened as he implicitly realized something might not be right after noticing the earnest

have to spill to him

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

voice getting hoarser, “You do not wish to

spitted out the

He did that to me while I was drunk and unconscious. What difference is there of him and those

she wished she could have given him a thrashing

his thin lips pursed tightly while he sat

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 it was found out that I am involved with that

her

brooding and enigmatic eyes which were oozing

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

was over her head, she continued while still

faced, “Someone will hand you the earrings.” He stood up after finishing his words, his long legs stalked across

for a while, but she soon let out a huge sigh after

knew his awareness of this

meant that her identity would be safer

celebrate Florence’s temporary elusion from danger and her success of attaining the title of the President’s Fashion Designer, Phoebe suggested a party at the club for the two

among all the entertainment outlets in City

floor was crowded with countless

numerous seats to

Flory,

know how

worry, I will

on the VIP deck in front of them, and she exclaimed after noticing a familiar face, “Eh, that’s Ernest Hawkins

glance and saw that a few young men were seated on the grand and luxurious VIP

flickering lights danced on his body, making him seemed utterly