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.

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

If you don’t know it, you’re not qualified to be a designer in the Hawkins

Ernest said righteously.

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

work and to whether she could

refuse him, nor did she dare to agree to the

Forager would present the dress to the

the problem, so the dress

on her beautiful face, “Of course. Mr. Hawkins, I’ll let them package

“Okay.”

gaze that was tinged with a

woman was really good at

came to an end, the crowd dispersed and went to appreciate

not have the mood to stay here

the wedding dress, Florence felt embarrassed when she stood

not have the mood to study

excuse and left the fashion show and then went back to

because he wanted to make her feel

Florence slumped herself onto the bed and feebly clung to the quilt like a fish whose sinews had been plucked

hall were replayed in

as handsome as his

tore

her ear, saying that he would make

Florence’s heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably and her

feeling quietly surged in her

…

“Knock, knock, knock.”

a string of gentle

bed, wake up when she heard the sounds. When she saw the snow-white ceiling, she was a bit stunned. She unconsciously

Florence was depressed.

bed and walked to the door with a pair of bare

Ernest’s handsome face. He looked

bit stunned, “Mr. Hawkins,

lips tightly and studied Florence from top

brows and took a step forward and then held Florence up from

“Ah...”

startled by the sudden weightlessness and involuntarily