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?

the belts, her heart couldn’t help but skip a beat.

help, she couldn’t

that there wouldn’t

Mr. Hawkins, could you do me a favor,

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

look at her head poked from the bathroom. “What

“The back of my dress needs to be tied up.

course,” Ernest agreed immediately, looking quite

couldn’t be

her mind and pulled the

and strong body entered it, the bathroom seemed

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

face turned red, standing upright in

and forth tightly, and

it wasn’t a difficult job, Florence still gave him detailed instructions. After all, for a superior man like Ernest, he might never have tied the dress belt for

thought of it, Florence felt that

embarrassed and nervous as she should have a

“Okay,” Ernest answered gently.

gaze fell on Florence’s

angle, he still could see part of her fair and tender skin

of her back was exposed, and he could faintly see it, but it still

were darkened, his

a tightened handsome face, his fingers fell on the belt at her

woman be so bold to ask him to do such a thing? He wondered if he had been spoiling her

truly wanted to have sex with her at this

an indescribable nervousness, looking uneasily at the reflection of

she could still see the serious look on his face because he was much taller

behaved as if he was doing something quite solemnly, and

at the scene, Florence felt it

Her body was becoming more

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

touched her skin, Florence felt as if it set up a

heat flow surged in Florence’s

feelings from her back and her heart hammered so violently that it seemed to jump

the biggest mistake that she had decided to ask Ernest to help her tie the belt. During this process, she felt the most embarrassed and

her best to endure those feelings so that