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.

his lips

the document, a drop

signature when it

a bit

office was prevailed by

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

Hawkins’ pen actually

had never happened in

standing aside was also dumfounded as he also hadn’t

pen sent by Miss Fraser

be that it was

reacted quickly and immediately handed the other pen to Ernest,

pen in his hand

decades and they

did this one have

pen handed by Timothy;

ink flowed out due to his action and instantly, Ernst’s hands were stained

Timothy gasped in shock.

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

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

Ernest and said in a panic, “Sir, please give it to

throw it in the farthest rubbish

Mr. Hawkins didn’t want to see

and dodged Timothy’s hand

Go to the

Timothy was rendered speechless.

him throw away this pen that had soiled his hand.

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

find a man to repair this pen. I

was astonished and stood on the spot dully as

Repair?

clothes were all wore once. When had he repaired

the pen in a dumbfounded state. He finally realized

if it leaked ink and even if it was

other C-level managers were all stupefied and stood on the spot motionlessly like timber piles. They widened their eyes when they saw Ernest wiping clean the pen with

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