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?”

continue working here any longer. Sorry for all the troubles in the past few

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

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

Ernest’s expression immediately darkened.

standing on one side suddenly felt some hostility from his boss, and he couldn’t help tensing up and taking a step back. At the same time, he caught

boss had brought 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

lifting some stones and smashing it on his own feet, and he probably never had

very long in Ernest’s office, so she didn’t bring with herself a lot of things. As she

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

woman didn’t even

shrunk back his neck out of nervousness. The temperature in

Florence had a feeling that she had just returned to her classroom after a prolonged stay in the homeroom teacher’s

and handed the draft of her design to the

the morning came to

up and went to the canteen to have lunch, and just as she

your design. I will treat you to

slightly, he jokingly added, “Although this is just the canteen, you can’t criticize me for being

expensive meal

by the company, so although she was going to order the most

a few

each other and were both in a good mood as they dug into

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

am really jealous of Florence. I would feel extremely lucky if I

is my assistant, I would eat lunch with him every

listened to these gossips, Florence took a good look at

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 in

but instead there was a refreshing

a dish and waved it in front of Florence

see this

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

him sternly as part of her cheeks

him, she even got

she lowered