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?”

working

were full of manners, in reality she was beyond

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

Ernest’s expression immediately darkened.

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

Florence out for a short getaway out of good will and he even assisted her in acquiring

and smashing it on his own feet, and he probably never had this feeling in his entire

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

carrying all the stuff in her arms with difficulty and couldn’t

didn’t even want to

nervousness. The temperature in the room

in the design department, Florence had a feeling that she had just returned to her classroom after a prolonged stay in

company protocol and handed the draft of her design to the creative

that, the morning

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

for the approval of your design. I will treat

pausing slightly, he jokingly added, “Although this is just

expensive meal here. You better don’t regret

although she was going to order the most expensive meal, the subsidy made it cheaper compared to dining in any

few dishes. These were all Florence’s

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

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

jealous of Florence. I would feel extremely lucky

eat lunch with him every day. I would be

these gossips, Florence took a good look at

and laughed, “Indeed,

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

angered in the slightest, but instead there was

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

this as

was referring to the dish, the ambiguous and playful

at him sternly as part

only she wasn’t able to tease him, she even got teased in return.

him and she lowered her