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?”

so I have no reason to continue working here any longer. Sorry for all

words were full of manners, in reality she was

She wouldn’t know what kind of altercation she would encounter with Ernest here, and now she could

Ernest’s expression immediately darkened.

and he couldn’t help tensing up and taking a step back.

Florence out for a short getaway out of good will and he even assisted her in acquiring some inspiration, yet he didn’t expect that Florence would be ungrateful in her decision to move out of

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

didn’t bring with herself a lot of things.

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

even want to come here anymore.

back his neck out of nervousness. The temperature

to a familiar setting in the design department, Florence had a feeling that she had just returned to her classroom after a prolonged stay in the homeroom teacher’s office. Her mind and body

and handed the draft of her design to the creative director and wrote

the morning came to an

to the canteen to have lunch, and just as she was about to order her meal, Cooper appeared and blocked

design. I will treat you to

is just the canteen, you can’t criticize me for

meal here. You better don’t regret your

although she was going to order

and Florence ordered a few dishes. These

other and were both in a

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

I would feel extremely lucky if I have such

he is my assistant, I would eat lunch with him every day. I would be full just by looking at his

she listened to these gossips, Florence took a good look at the

her chopsticks and

head and met a sparkling pair of eyes. That pair of eyes seemed to be focused on him out of admiration, but

feel angered in the slightest, but instead there was a refreshing sense of touching feeling in

lips and smiled back as he picked up a dish and waved it in

this as

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

sternly as part

able to tease him, she even got

she lowered her