My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Florence didn’t go anywhere during the weekend and she was able to complete the first draft of her design.

She handed the design to Ernest first thing on Monday morning.

Ernest studied the design and couldn’t help but feeling impressed. She was indeed the soul designer.

He asked with his lips pursed, “You are suddenly struck by inspiration?”

“Yes, I have to thank you for what happened the day before yesterday…”

Florence began cheerfully, but suddenly, she stopped saying anything while looking frustrated.

Ernest raised his eyebrows and wanted to dig further, “What are you thanking me for?”

Florence inexplicably blushed as she couldn’t just say that she had been secretly admiring him in a photo and had her attention stolen away by his handsomeness. She couldn’t just credit her inspiration to such a fact.

After hesitating slightly, she came up with an excuse, “You have brought me to the flower market a few days ago, and I was moved deeply by the colourful and attractive flowers there. Therefore, I was able to come up with this idea.”

Ernest simply stared at him with an undecipherable expression. He didn’t say anything after that as he was thinking about the validity of her words.

Florence felt a little guilty and she immediately changed the topic, “Mr. Hawkins, is this design okay for you?”

Although she was asking for his opinion, her tone was still seeping with confidence.

Ernest nodded faintly, “It’s good enough.”

It’s an answer Florence had been expecting, but she was still happy to hear that nonetheless.

This particular design was put into production very soon, and there would only be one piece being produced in the entire world. This was an attire designed only for Ernest.

This experience enabled her to finally become a designer with some experience from a rookie with no work under her belt. Her work this time was a high-class attire tailor-made for a president of a company, which made her resume look more outstanding than the others.

“Mr. Hawkins, I won’t disturb you further. Excuse me now.”

Florence was in a good mood as she started to pack her things on the desk.

Ernest watched her movements and had a bad feeling, “What are you doing?”

working here any longer. Sorry for all the troubles

Florence’s words were full of manners, in reality she

Ernest’s office, she always felt restrained. She wouldn’t know what kind of altercation she

Ernest’s expression immediately darkened.

he couldn’t help tensing up and taking a

good will and he even assisted her in acquiring some

own feet, and he probably never had this feeling in his

office, so she didn’t bring with herself a lot of things.

stuff in her arms with difficulty and couldn’t help sinking into a

didn’t even want to

his neck out of nervousness. The temperature in the room suddenly

to her classroom after a prolonged stay in the homeroom teacher’s office. Her mind and body was in

her design to the creative

morning came

got up and went to the canteen to have lunch, and just as she was about to order her meal, Cooper

approval of your design.

slightly, he jokingly added, “Although this is just the canteen,

order the most expensive meal here. You better don’t regret

were all sponsored by the company, so although she was going to order the most expensive meal, the

a few dishes.

two of them sat opposite each other and were both in a good mood as they

envious glances being cast in Florence’s direction. Some of the female employees were engaged in

I would feel extremely lucky if I

him every

these gossips, Florence took a good look at the man

bit her chopsticks and

eyes. That pair of eyes seemed to be focused on him out of admiration, but

instead there was a refreshing sense of touching feeling in

his lips and smiled back as he picked up a dish and waved it in front of Florence before sending

this

dish, the ambiguous and playful tone of his voice would cause someone to imagine

part of her cheeks blushed slightly.

him, she even

and she lowered