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.

She didn’t dare to look at Ernest and stammered, “I… Ahem… I have

of apparel is 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, he

to whether she could stay in the Hawkins

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

you said that Mr. Forager would present the

who had solved the problem, so the dress should be

kind and elegant smile on her beautiful face, “Of course. Mr.

“Okay.”

his gaze that was tinged with a

was really good at

end, the crowd

have the mood

dress, Florence felt

she would not have the mood to study the garments

the fashion show and then went back to

didn’t follow her because he wanted

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

exhibition hall were replayed in her mind

was as handsome as

tore

that he

her mind, Florence’s heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably and her

quietly surged in

…

“Knock, knock, knock.”

a string of gentle knocking

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

Florence was depressed.

walked to the door

face. He looked excessively noble and elegant in a

was a bit stunned,

and studied Florence from top to

and took a step forward and

“Ah...”

the sudden weightlessness and involuntarily