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.

to look at Ernest and stammered, “I… Ahem…

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

Ernest said righteously.

it was equal to admit that she was not a qualified designer. But except having an ambiguous relationship

related to her work and to whether she could stay in

her mouth. She didn’t dare to refuse him, nor did she dare to agree to the

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

had solved the problem, so the dress should be gifted

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

“Okay.”

that was tinged with a smile on

was really

to an end, the

the mood

wedding dress, Florence felt embarrassed when she

would not have the mood to

excuse and left the fashion show and then went back to her

didn’t follow her because he wanted to make her feel

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

the exhibition hall were

as handsome as his

tore apart the

in her ear, saying that he would make

flashed across her mind, Florence’s heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably and her face became flushed

quietly

…

“Knock, knock, knock.”

came a string of gentle

the sounds. When she saw the snow-white ceiling, she was a bit stunned. She unconsciously fell

Florence was depressed.

bed and walked to the door with

saw Ernest’s handsome face. He looked excessively noble and

a bit stunned, “Mr. Hawkins,

tightly and studied Florence from top to toe

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

“Ah...”

by the sudden weightlessness and involuntarily wrapped her arms