My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 185: Dressed up to Attend

Ernest whispered to answer, “Nothing special.”

It was an ordinary banquet but Ernest had ordered such a luxurious dress for her. Florence couldn’t help but think that he was way too wealthy.

While bitching about him, Florence circled the dress for few rounds, appreciating the work from the famous designer.

Then she thought of something and turned around to look at Ernest in worry.

“Mr. Hawkins, if I come home to do my hair and makeup after knocking off, would I be too late for the banquet tonight?”

Ernest pressed his lips. “You still can catch up with it. You can take the dress to the company. The stylist could do your hair and makeup in the company’s dressing room.”

After a pause, he added in a deep voice, “Actually you don’t need to work today. You can take a rest in the morning. In the afternoon, after your modeling is done, we can go there together.”

Such a plan sounded quite good as well.

Florence hesitated for a moment, but she shook her head. “I still have something to deal with in the company. There’s nothing to do at home. I’d better go to the company. Mr. Hawkins, are you going to the company?”

As she said, Florence wondered if Ernest didn’t get up early this morning because he didn’t have the plan to go to the company.

If she went to work alone, she wondered if there would be any transportation.

Looking at Florence’s face, Ernest understood what was on her mind.

The banquet tonight was quite important for him, so he had the plan to take one day off without going to the company. He even had called the stylist to come over for Florence’s modeling this afternoon.

However, Ernest naturally nodded. “Of course, I’ll go to work.”

Florence breathed a sigh of relief. She said with a smile, “Then let’s set off from the company after knocking off, shall we?”

“Sure,” Ernest agreed, nodding.

As usual, after Florence and Ernest arrived at the company, they started working.

After the release, Florence had become a famous designer, so as a consequence, she got more work to do.

However, she still had much freedom. After she made a work plan for the whole day, she tried her best to finish her tasks so that she could go to Anthony for the modeling.

In that case, as soon as they knocked off, she could leave with Ernest directly without wasting his time.

Florence had planned everything well, but there was always an unexpected accident.

“Ring... Ring... Ring...”

her cell phone rang. She checked the caller ID

wondered why Phoebe was calling

answer the

help

pain was heard from

what’s

almost killed me. My parents are on a business trip now. I can’t find someone else,

panic. I’ll go to find you right

she spoke, Florence packed up her

saw Florence leaving, so she followed her hurriedly and asked in confusion, “Florence, what happened? Where

friend. I’m going to find her,” Florence

her office

agreed to attend with him. It

hurry, she called

“Beep... Beep... Beep...”

for a long while, but nobody

hesitated. Then she could only press the button to the floor of

arriving on the floor, before entering the CEO’s office, she saw that Ernest was in a meeting through the half-transparent window of the meeting

the meeting seemed to be all the

seemed that the meeting was

this time. After thinking for a moment, she

him after his meeting

out of the company building, heading directly to

up in her bed, looking quite pale with cold

“Phoebe, what happened?”

over and

felt her whole body weekend

weakly, “I don’t know. Suddenly I felt pain. It might be

Hold on, Phoebe. I’ll take

carefully helped Phoebe get up from the bed and walked

hospital, Phoebe was sent to

outside the surgery room anxiously, walking back and forth.

she was always easy-going without any bad temper. In middle school, she and Florence were classmates. They got along with each other

these ears, they were

“Ding--”

the door of the surgery room was

saw the weak Phoebe lying on the

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