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?

her tie up the

help, she couldn’t

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

Mr. Hawkins, could you do me a

put his suit jacket on and straightened himself up. He

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

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

Ernest agreed

couldn’t be

up her mind and

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

with her back to him, but she could see him clearly through

face turned red,

belt back and forth tightly, and

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 a girl

the thought of it, Florence

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

“Okay,” Ernest answered gently.

fell on Florence’s

from his angle, he still

back was exposed, and he could faintly see it,

darkened,

handsome face, his fingers fell

thing? He wondered if he had been spoiling her too much recently

to have sex with her

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

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

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

Florence felt it

Her body was becoming more

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

a fire on her back. She felt the

heat flow surged in Florence’s body

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

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

her best to endure those feelings so that she