My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

When Florence returned to the design department, she noticed that the ambience here was slightly different as her colleagues were giving her strange looks.

Her muddled design draft ended up getting the first place - even she herself felt it was abnormal.

She didn’t plan to explain; after all, she didn’t know how to explain the matters about Ernest.

When the popularity of this matter receded in a few days, people would stop caring about it.

Florence ignored them and went back to her seat, and started reading the documents. She had to hand out the work tomorrow, so her time was running out.

A hefty stack of documents was handed down on her table after she had read her papers for a short while.

Elise looked at Florence with bad intends, “Copy these documents. Three copies and arrange them all.”

There were a lot of documents there, and they were out of order too. It would take her a lot of time if she had to do it.

Florence frowned, rejecting, “I’m busy right now; let someone else do it.”

Elise was immediately upset and reprimanded her with a high-pitched voice. “Florence, you know that you’re not going to be any different just because you used some tricks to win the first place, right? Let me tell you, as long as you’re not promoted, you’re still a newbie in the design department. These chores are your responsibility. If you’re not doing it, you should pack up and leave.”

This competition made most of the designers in the design department unhappy, especially Elise Bennett.

If she were to use this reason to fire her, all her hard work would be in vain.

gritted her teeth and

“Fine, I’ll do it.”

looked at Florence, who just

to my office, there’s still a

determined

she wanted to throw all the documents she was holding

alas, she could only accept her fate and walk toward

her for half a day; when Florence was almost done with these chores,

at the documents Ernest gave her while rubbing her forehead

everywhere in the design apartment

through the documents with one hand while taking notes with the

serious, yet seemed

design apartment,

except her under her table light, which made her exceptionally

He walked toward her.

are you

Florence when someone spoke and she almost fell down

step forward, holding her back

handsome face when the distance between them