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.

her breaths were trembling. She didn’t dare to look at Ernest and stammered,

of apparel is similar. If you don’t know

Ernest said righteously.

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

related to her work and to whether

nor did she dare to

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

solved the problem, so the

smile on her beautiful face, “Of course. Mr.

“Okay.”

that was

was really good

end, the crowd dispersed and went to appreciate

have the mood to stay

related to the wedding dress, Florence felt embarrassed when she stood

have the mood to study the

an excuse and left the fashion show and

follow her because he wanted to make her feel

the bed and feebly

were replayed in her mind like a

was as handsome

swiftly tore

in her ear, saying that

across her mind, Florence’s heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably and her

weird feeling quietly surged in

…

“Knock, knock, knock.”

a string of gentle knocking sound from

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

Florence was depressed.

to the door with a pair of

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

was a bit stunned, “Mr. Hawkins,

tightly and studied Florence from top to toe from her messy hair to her bare

and took a step forward and then held Florence up

“Ah...”

and involuntarily wrapped her arms