My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Ernest was a powerful CEO and numerous designers would come to design the best apparel for him if he ordered. Even if he wanted to design the apparel by himself, a number of designers were willing to help him.

But he chose her.

Although this was partly because she recommended herself to him, Tina thought that she herself was the largest reason why Ernest agreed to her proposal was.

It was not that easy for a man to refuse the invitation of a beauty after all.

Florence gazed at Ernest in astonishment, feeling dumbfounded.

Why didn’t she know that Ernest also had interest in designing wedding dress?

Florence’s heartbeat inexplicably accelerated when she imagined the scene when Ernest was designing the dress and then appreciating it.

It seemed that Ernest had been saying that he wanted to marry her. If he really designed a wedding dress, would she be the one to wear it?

No, no.

Florence shook her head. Ernest had acquiesced in cancelling their engagement when they came back to City N. Therefore, they would not get married, and this had nothing to do with her.

Ernest landed his gaze on Tina, but at the next moment, he shifted it to Florence.

Fixing his eyes on her, he said in a low voice, “I want to design a wedding dress.”

Florence froze as she was extremely shocked at the moment.

Ernest actually planned to design a wedding dress, and by himself.

What did he intend to do?

Fixing his eyes on Florence, who was trying to maintain her composure, Ernest curled his lips into a teasing smile and continued, “I’m not that experienced in this field. Can you help me?”

He was asking for her help!

Florence felt her heart beating so quickly that it was about to jump out of her chest when she thought of the words ‘wedding dress’.

She had been associating the wedding dress that Ernest mentioned to herself out of no reason.

But he didn’t say that the wedding dress was for her and they intended to cancel the engagement…

She had thought too much about it, absolutely.

But Florence’s heart was still throbbing wildly and she couldn’t control it.

at Ernest and stammered, “I… Ahem… I have no experience in this field either. I

similar. If you don’t know it, you’re not qualified

Ernest said righteously.

she was not a qualified designer. But except having an ambiguous relationship with Ernest,

to her work and to whether she could stay in the Hawkins

dare to refuse him, nor did she dare to agree to the request. She rolled her eyes and then looked up at

Alston, you said that Mr. Forager would present the dress to the one

Ernest who had solved the problem, so the dress should be

was quite delighted with it. She said with a kind and elegant smile on her beautiful face, “Of course. Mr. Hawkins, I’ll let them package the

“Okay.”

that was

was really

end, the crowd dispersed and went to appreciate other

have the mood to stay here any

wedding dress, Florence

have the mood to study

and left the fashion show and then went back to

didn’t follow her because he wanted to

and feebly clung to

scenes in the exhibition hall were replayed in her

handsome as

tore

whispered in her ear, saying that

flashed across her mind, Florence’s heartbeat

quietly surged in

…

“Knock, knock, knock.”

string of gentle knocking

up when she heard the sounds. When she saw the snow-white ceiling, she

Florence was depressed.

and walked to the

Ernest’s handsome face. He looked excessively

stunned, “Mr. Hawkins, what’s

from top to toe from

step forward and then held Florence

“Ah...”

and