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?

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

she didn’t ask him for help, she couldn’t go out in

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

Mr. Hawkins, could you

suit jacket on and straightened himself up.

poked from the bathroom. “What can I do for

needs to be

agreed immediately,

couldn’t be

and pulled

as his tall and strong body entered it, the bathroom seemed to

standing in front of the full-length mirror with her back to him, but she could see him clearly through the

turned red,

belt back and forth

all, for a superior man like Ernest, he might never have tied the dress belt

Florence felt that she was so

embarrassed and nervous as she should have a great

“Okay,” Ernest answered gently.

gaze fell on

still could see part of her fair and tender skin and the

exposed, and he could faintly see it, but it still brought

were darkened, his

his fingers fell on the belt at

him to do such a thing? He wondered if he had been spoiling her too much recently so she didn’t treat him as

have sex with her at

an indescribable nervousness, looking uneasily at the reflection of the man in

behind her. Although he was lowering his head, she could still see the

if he was doing something quite solemnly, and he didn’t look ambiguous

looking at the scene, Florence

face kept turning red. Her body was becoming more and more

doing such kind of thing. He didn’t have any skills at all. When he tried to

if it set up a fire

heat flow surged

tightened her body more 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

ask Ernest to help her tie the belt. During this process, she felt the most embarrassed and

her lower lip in secret and nervously clenched her fingers. She tried her best to endure those feelings so