My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

However, they had something else to do now.

Ernest said, “Go straighten up yourself. We’ll go to the sample studio later.”

“What?” Florence asked in surprise, “Are we chosen to visit the sample studio?”

There were all designed clothes for the whole fashion show. Could she look at them closely? She could even meet the designers and talk to them, couldn’t she?

Florence had never expected that she would be so lucky.

Ernest hesitated and answered, “Sort of.”

He meant yes.

However, Florence sensed something fishy when looking at his hesitant face.

She guessed that Ernest had used his power to get in by the back door.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t be so lucky.

Since they could go there, Florence didn’t care that much. She wouldn’t waste such a good chance.

Immediately, she got off the bed and rushed to the bathroom.

While walking, she said, “I’ll be ready soon.”

Perhaps Ernest wanted Florence to sleep in longer, he didn’t wake her up much earlier before two o’clock. There were only less than twenty minutes left.

Florence checked the time and straightened herself as fast as she could.

It didn’t take her much time to fix her makeup, but it was more troublesome to put the evening dress back on.

Florence put on the dress in difficulty, but she found a problem that brought her a migraine.

The dress was well-designed with high quality, but the back of the dress needed to be tied up. She couldn’t do it herself why twisting her hands. There must be someone to help her.

In the morning, she asked a coworker for help, but now...

Ernest was the only one in the room besides her.

Should she ask him for help?

helped her tie up the belts, her heart couldn’t help but skip a beat. Her breath

help, she couldn’t go

that there wouldn’t be enough time left. Gritting her teeth, she pulled the door of the

you

had already put his suit jacket on and straightened himself up. He looked noble

poked from the bathroom. “What can I

back of my dress needs to be tied up. I can’t do it myself. Could you help me do it

Ernest agreed

couldn’t be

made up her mind and pulled the bathroom door

his tall and strong

full-length mirror with her back to him, but

face turned red, standing upright in

the belt back and forth tightly, and then make

Florence still gave him detailed instructions. After all, for a superior man like Ernest, he

it, Florence felt

and

“Okay,” Ernest answered gently.

calm gaze fell on

cozy up to her dress, from his angle, he still could see part of her fair and tender skin and the beautiful curve on her

faintly see

eyes were darkened, his breath becoming

a tightened handsome face, his fingers fell on the belt

to do such a thing? He wondered if he had been spoiling her too much recently so

truly wanted to have sex with her

uneasily at the reflection of

she could still see the serious look on

was doing something quite solemnly, and

scene, Florence felt it was a

was becoming

such kind of thing. He didn’t have any skills at all. When he tried to pull the belt tightly, his fingers

felt as if it set up a fire on her back. She felt the burning heat on

heat flow surged in Florence’s

and more. She almost couldn’t bear the feelings from her back and her heart hammered so violently that it seemed to jump out from her

Ernest to help her tie the

and nervously clenched her fingers. She tried her best to endure those feelings so that she didn’t show