My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 195: Mr. Hawkins’ Pen Is Fake

On the next day…

In the president’s office of the Hawkins Group…

Several C-level managers stood in the office and reported work to Ernest. They were all waiting for his approval and signature.

This was a routine for them and they would often stand in Ernest’s office like this when they had to go through this procedure. But today, they could clearly feel that Ernest was in a good mood.

More precisely, he was in a mood that was much better than usual.

Especially when she took out the pen from the pocket, he looked gentler.

He even smiled when he gazed at the pen and he was so delighted just like bathing in the spring wind.

Those managers were all bug-eyed in wonderment as if they had seen red rains.

They had been working in the company for decades and had been to Ernest’s office for numerous times, but they hadn’t seen him smiling.

Wasn’t there always indifference and aloofness on his handsome face?

Moreover, the most wired thing was that Mr. Hawkins actually smiled at an ordinary KT Pen as if it was his lover.

What was wrong with him today?

Or could it be that this president was a fake one? He was substituted by someone else?

Everyone was shocked and they all guessed wildly about what had happened to Ernest. They looked apparently astonished.

Ernest sat on the chair elegantly. He didn’t care what they were thinking in their minds.

He spun the pen. Although his eyes were on it, he only had Florence in his mind.

This was the first gift from Florence.

And there was a smiling face on the pen.

She indeed had tried to learn about him secretly. See, his mood was enhanced when he saw the smiling face.

He then softly removed the pen hat and wrote down his name on the signature area in one go.

Ernest gazed at the fluent signature with satisfaction. The pen selected by Florence was quite good.

his lips into a

he was about to put aside the document, a drop of ink dropped on his

the signature when it dropped

was a bit

was prevailed by a weird

and then at the blurred signature on

pen

had never happened in the

aside was also dumfounded as he also

the pen sent by Miss Fraser

that

and immediately handed the other pen to Ernest, “Mr. Hawkins, please use

gazed at the pen in his hand and slightly knitted his

using the best things over the decades and they were all of high quality. None

did this one have

didn’t take the pen handed by Timothy; instead, he unscrewed the pen at

to his action and

Timothy gasped in shock.

clearly that the things that Ernest used should be of top quality; moreover, he had mysophobia and would never touch things that would soil his hands.

hands, Timothy felt like the

in a panic, “Sir, please give it to me. Let me throw

in

Hawkins didn’t want to see the most was this pen and he must want

dodged Timothy’s hand

a sharp tone, “Throw it? Go to the rubbish bin

Timothy was rendered speechless.

throw away this pen that had soiled his hand. Was he

felt unaccustomed to his ink-stained hands, he

ordered, “Go find a man to

the spot dully as he couldn’t respond

Repair?

all wore once. When had he

at the pen in a dumbfounded state.

so even if it leaked ink and even if it was fake, Mr. Hawkins still cherished it very

and stood on the spot motionlessly like timber piles. They widened their

and it looked like he was carefully wiping

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