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?”

to continue working

manners, in reality she

office, she always felt restrained. She wouldn’t know what kind of altercation she would encounter with Ernest here, and now she could finally return to her seat

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 even assisted her in acquiring some inspiration,

smashing it on his own

things. As she shoved everything into her arms, she was able to

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

even want

neck out of nervousness. The temperature in the room

returned to her classroom after a

of her

morning came to an

as she was about to order her meal,

the approval of your design. I will treat

this is just

order the most expensive meal here.

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

ordered a few dishes. These

opposite each other and were both in a good mood as they

time, there were envious glances being cast in Florence’s

I would feel extremely lucky if I

eat lunch with him every day. I would be full just

took a good look at

bit her chopsticks and laughed, “Indeed, you’re

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

angered in the slightest, but instead there was a refreshing sense

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

this as

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

glared at him sternly as part of her cheeks

to tease him, she even got teased in

she lowered