My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

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.

lips into a

aside the document, a

when it dropped down on

a bit

office was prevailed by

pen astonishingly and then at the blurred signature on the document and twitched their

pen

had never happened in the

was standing aside was also dumfounded

sent by Miss Fraser would

it be that it was

immediately handed the other pen to Ernest,

pen in his hand and slightly knitted

the decades and they were all of high quality. None of his pen had leaked

did this one have a

the pen handed by Timothy;

his action and instantly, Ernst’s hands were stained with

Timothy gasped in shock.

knew 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. But now his hands were smeared by the

on Ernest’s slender hands, Timothy felt like the sky was going

handed a tissue to Ernest and said in a panic, “Sir, please give it to me. Let me throw it into the

it in the farthest rubbish

want to see the

Timothy’s hand with

it? Go to the

Timothy was rendered speechless.

to help him throw away this pen

felt unaccustomed to his ink-stained hands, he didn’t throw away

a man to

spot dully as he couldn’t respond to

Repair?

Hawkins’ clothes were all wore once. When had he repaired a thing? Moreover,

the pen in a dumbfounded state. He

it leaked ink and even if it was fake,

and stood on the spot motionlessly like timber piles. They widened their eyes when they saw Ernest

was elegant and it looked like he was carefully wiping a valuable