My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Florence didn’t go anywhere during the weekend and she was able to complete the first draft of her design.

She handed the design to Ernest first thing on Monday morning.

Ernest studied the design and couldn’t help but feeling impressed. She was indeed the soul designer.

He asked with his lips pursed, “You are suddenly struck by inspiration?”

“Yes, I have to thank you for what happened the day before yesterday…”

Florence began cheerfully, but suddenly, she stopped saying anything while looking frustrated.

Ernest raised his eyebrows and wanted to dig further, “What are you thanking me for?”

Florence inexplicably blushed as she couldn’t just say that she had been secretly admiring him in a photo and had her attention stolen away by his handsomeness. She couldn’t just credit her inspiration to such a fact.

After hesitating slightly, she came up with an excuse, “You have brought me to the flower market a few days ago, and I was moved deeply by the colourful and attractive flowers there. Therefore, I was able to come up with this idea.”

Ernest simply stared at him with an undecipherable expression. He didn’t say anything after that as he was thinking about the validity of her words.

Florence felt a little guilty and she immediately changed the topic, “Mr. Hawkins, is this design okay for you?”

Although she was asking for his opinion, her tone was still seeping with confidence.

Ernest nodded faintly, “It’s good enough.”

It’s an answer Florence had been expecting, but she was still happy to hear that nonetheless.

This particular design was put into production very soon, and there would only be one piece being produced in the entire world. This was an attire designed only for Ernest.

This experience enabled her to finally become a designer with some experience from a rookie with no work under her belt. Her work this time was a high-class attire tailor-made for a president of a company, which made her resume look more outstanding than the others.

“Mr. Hawkins, I won’t disturb you further. Excuse me now.”

Florence was in a good mood as she started to pack her things on the desk.

Ernest watched her movements and had a bad feeling, “What are you doing?”

have no reason to continue working here any

full of manners, in

Ernest’s office, she always felt restrained. She wouldn’t know what kind of altercation she would encounter with Ernest here, and now she could finally return to her

Ernest’s expression immediately darkened.

one side suddenly felt some hostility from his boss, and he couldn’t help tensing up and taking a

assisted her in acquiring some inspiration, yet he didn’t expect that

lifting some stones and smashing it on his own feet,

a lot of things. As she shoved everything into

all the stuff in her arms with difficulty and

seemed that this woman didn’t even want to come here

The

the design department, Florence had a feeling that she had just returned to her classroom after a prolonged stay in the homeroom teacher’s office. Her mind

followed company protocol and handed the draft of her design to the creative

morning

lunch, and just as she was about to order her

your design. I will

slightly, he jokingly added, “Although this is just the canteen, you can’t criticize me for

I’ll order the most expensive meal here. You better don’t regret

being served here were all sponsored by the company, so although she

Florence ordered a few dishes. These

two of them sat opposite each other and were both in a good mood as they dug

glances being cast in Florence’s direction. Some of the

feel extremely lucky if I have such

he is my assistant, I would eat lunch with him every day. I would be full just by looking at his handsome

these gossips, Florence took a good

her chopsticks and

his head and met a sparkling pair of eyes. That pair of eyes seemed to be focused

didn’t feel angered in the slightest, but instead there was a refreshing sense

his lips and smiled back as he picked up a dish and waved it in front of Florence before sending it

this as my

he was referring to the dish, the ambiguous and playful tone of

as part of her cheeks blushed

tease him, she even got teased in return. This was what Florence get.

decided to ignore him and she lowered