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?”

design is finally completed, so I have no reason to continue working here

manners, in reality she

in Ernest’s office, she always felt restrained. She wouldn’t know what kind of altercation she would encounter with Ernest here,

Ernest’s expression immediately darkened.

couldn’t help tensing up and taking a step back. At the same

her in acquiring some inspiration, yet he didn’t expect that Florence would

it on his own feet,

so she didn’t bring with herself a lot of things. As she shoved everything

the stuff in her arms with difficulty and couldn’t

even want to

shrunk back his neck out of nervousness. The temperature in the room

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

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

like that, the morning came to

lunch, and just as she was about to order her meal,

your design. I

just the canteen, you

I’ll order the most expensive meal here.

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

few dishes.

other and were both in a good mood as they

Florence’s direction. Some of the female employees were engaged

would feel extremely lucky if I

he is my assistant, I would eat lunch with him

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

and

That pair of eyes seemed to be focused on him out of admiration, but in fact she

in the slightest, but instead there was a refreshing sense

a dish and waved it in front of Florence before sending it to

this as my

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

part of her cheeks

tease him, she even got teased in return. This was

decided to ignore him and she lowered her head and dug into her