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?

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

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

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

Hawkins, could you do me a favor,

jacket on and straightened himself up. He looked noble

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

dress needs to be tied up. I can’t do it myself.

Ernest agreed immediately,

be embarrassed

made up her mind and pulled the bathroom

tall and strong body entered it,

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

face turned red,

forth tightly, and then make a

a superior man like Ernest, he might never

of it, Florence felt that she was so

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

“Okay,” Ernest answered gently.

calm gaze fell on Florence’s

his angle, he still could see part of her fair and

he could faintly see it, but it still brought

were darkened, his breath

his fingers fell

He wondered if he had been spoiling her too

to have sex with her

indescribable nervousness, looking uneasily at the reflection of the man

she could still see the serious

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

scene, Florence felt it was a beautiful

body was becoming more and more tightened, feeling

skills at all. When he tried to pull

as if it set up a fire

surged in Florence’s body

bear the feelings from her back and her heart hammered

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

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