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?

tie up the belts, her heart couldn’t help but

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

hesitating for another two or three valuable minutes, Florence could tell that there wouldn’t be

Mr. Hawkins, could you do me

suit jacket on and straightened himself up. He looked noble

tilted to look at her head poked from the bathroom. “What can I

be tied up. I can’t do it myself.

course,” Ernest agreed immediately, looking

couldn’t be embarrassed

her mind and pulled the bathroom

and

back to him, but she could see him

turned red,

the belt back and forth tightly,

all, for a superior man like Ernest, he might never have

the thought of it, Florence felt that she was so

didn’t feel so embarrassed and nervous

“Okay,” Ernest answered gently.

gaze fell

her dress, from his angle, he still could

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

were darkened, his breath

handsome face, his fingers fell on the belt

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

have sex with her

was standing straight in an indescribable nervousness, looking uneasily at the reflection

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

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

looking at the scene, Florence felt it was a

kept turning red. Her body was becoming

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

cold finger touched her skin, Florence felt as if it set up a fire on her back.

flow surged in Florence’s

from her back and

had decided to ask Ernest to help her tie the belt. During this

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