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 skip a beat.

didn’t ask him for help,

tell that there wouldn’t be enough time

Hawkins, could you do

already put his suit jacket on and straightened

look at her head poked from the

to be

Ernest agreed immediately,

be embarrassed

made up her mind and pulled the bathroom

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

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

red, standing

belt back and forth

detailed instructions. After all, for a superior man

thought of it, Florence felt that

she didn’t feel so embarrassed and nervous as

“Okay,” Ernest answered gently.

gaze fell on

still could see part of her fair and tender

could faintly see it, but it still brought him a different

darkened, his

fingers fell on the belt at her

this little woman be so bold to ask him to do such a thing? He wondered

to have sex with her

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

he was lowering his head, she could still see the serious look on his face because he was

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

looking at the scene, Florence felt it was a

body was becoming more and more

skills at all. When he tried to pull the belt tightly,

slightly cold finger touched her skin, Florence felt as if it set up a fire on her back. She felt the burning heat

surged in Florence’s

from her back and her heart hammered so violently that it seemed

ask Ernest to help her

clenched her fingers. She tried her best to endure those feelings so