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.

Ernest and stammered, “I… Ahem… I have no experience

similar. If you don’t know

Ernest said righteously.

admit that 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

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

the dress to the one who solves the

was Ernest who had solved the problem,

with it. She said with a kind and elegant smile on her beautiful face, “Of course. Mr.

“Okay.”

and landed his gaze that was tinged with a smile on

woman was really good at

problem came to an end, the crowd dispersed

Florence did not have the mood

dress, Florence

would not have the mood to study the

the fashion show and then went back

he wanted to make her

the spacious room, Florence slumped herself onto the bed and feebly clung to the quilt like a

in the exhibition hall were

handsome as his

tore apart the

whispered in her ear, saying that he would make a wedding

heartbeat

weird feeling quietly surged in

…

“Knock, knock, knock.”

a string of gentle knocking

when she heard the sounds. When she saw the

Florence was depressed.

got off the bed and walked to the door with a pair of bare

Ernest’s handsome face. He looked excessively noble and elegant in a

a bit stunned, “Mr. Hawkins, what’s

studied Florence from top to

a step forward and then held Florence up from

“Ah...”

sudden weightlessness and involuntarily wrapped her