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?”

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

full of manners, in

kind of altercation she would encounter with

Ernest’s expression immediately darkened.

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 a glimpse of his boss’

even assisted her in acquiring some inspiration, yet he didn’t expect

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

a lot of things. As she shoved everything into her arms, she was able to leave this office in

with difficulty

this woman didn’t even

his neck out of nervousness. The temperature in

to her classroom after a prolonged stay in the

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

morning came to an

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

your design.

slightly, he jokingly added, “Although this is just the canteen, you

expensive meal here. You better don’t regret your

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

ordered a few dishes. These

were both in a good

glances being cast in Florence’s

I would feel extremely

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

took a good look at

her chopsticks and laughed,

pair of eyes seemed to be

in the slightest, but instead there was a refreshing sense

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

see this

was referring to the dish, the ambiguous and playful tone

glared at him sternly as part of

him, she even got teased in return. This

ignore him and she lowered her head and dug