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?”

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

words were full of manners, in reality she was beyond

know what kind of altercation she would encounter with Ernest here, and now she could

Ernest’s expression immediately darkened.

suddenly felt some hostility from his boss, and he couldn’t help tensing up and taking a step back. At

will and he even assisted her in acquiring some

like lifting some stones and smashing it on his own feet, and he probably never had this feeling in his

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

in her arms with difficulty and couldn’t

even want

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

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

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

the morning came

and just as she was about to order her

your design.

just the canteen, you can’t criticize

most expensive meal here. You better don’t

replied him. The food being served here were all sponsored by the company, so although she was going to order the most expensive

a few dishes. These were all

of them sat opposite each other and were both in a good mood as they dug into their

being cast in Florence’s direction. Some

feel extremely lucky if I have such

eat lunch with him every day. I would be full just by looking at his handsome

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

bit her chopsticks and laughed,

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

slightest, but instead there was a refreshing sense of

he picked up a dish and waved it

see this as

ambiguous and playful tone of his voice would cause someone to

part of her cheeks blushed slightly.

she even

him and she lowered her head and dug into her