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?”

no reason to continue working here any longer. Sorry for all the troubles in

were full of manners, in

of altercation she would encounter with Ernest here, and

Ernest’s expression immediately darkened.

boss, and he couldn’t help tensing up and taking a step back. At the same time, he caught a glimpse of his boss’ complicated expression.

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

smashing it on his own feet, and

in Ernest’s office, so she didn’t bring with herself a lot of things. As she shoved everything into her arms,

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

didn’t even want to come here anymore.

out of nervousness. The temperature in the room suddenly cooled

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

of her design to the creative director

the morning came to

canteen to have lunch, and just as she was

congratulations for the approval of your design. I will treat

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

I’ll order the most expensive meal

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 made it cheaper compared to dining in any restaurant out

few dishes. These were

of them sat opposite each other and were both in a

to time, there were envious glances being cast in Florence’s direction. Some

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

he is my assistant, I would eat lunch with him every day. I would be full

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

bit her chopsticks and laughed, “Indeed,

That pair of eyes seemed to be

angered in the slightest, but instead there was

back as he picked up a dish and waved it in front of

this as

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

glared at him sternly as part of her cheeks

wasn’t able to tease him, she even

and she lowered her head and dug into