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?

as Florence thought of the scene that Ernest helped her tie up the belts, her heart couldn’t help but skip a

him for help, she couldn’t go out in this evening

two or three valuable minutes, Florence could tell that there wouldn’t be enough time left. Gritting her teeth, she pulled the door of

Hawkins, could you

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

from the bathroom. “What can I do

face was a bit reddened. “The back of my dress needs to be tied

Ernest agreed immediately,

couldn’t be

up her mind and pulled the bathroom door

strode over into the bathroom. As soon as his tall and strong body entered it, the bathroom seemed to be

back to him, but

turned red, standing upright in

forth

detailed instructions. After all, for a superior man like Ernest, he might never

Florence felt that she was

if she didn’t feel so embarrassed and nervous as she should have a

“Okay,” Ernest answered gently.

gaze fell on

to cozy up to her dress, from his angle, he still could see

back was exposed, and he could faintly

eyes were darkened, his

handsome face, his fingers fell

bold to ask him to do such a thing? He wondered if he had been

wanted to have sex with her

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

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

doing something quite solemnly, and he didn’t look

Florence felt it was a

kept turning red. Her body was becoming more and

first time that Ernest was doing such 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 back from time

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

unfamiliar heat flow surged in Florence’s body

from her back and her heart hammered so violently

to help her tie the belt. During this process, she felt the most

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