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New My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

  • Chương 9

Chapter 9: As If He Was About to Kiss Her​





















Florence was leaning against the wall, looking at the tall man in front of her panicky.


She spoke nervously, “I’ve waited for you for so long and still haven’t got you. So I went home first.”


So long?


Ernest was gloomy. It took him no more than half an hour to come back last night. But this woman had already left by that time.


Perhaps, she had waited so long for not even more than ten minutes.


Ernest didn’t reveal her. He lowered his head and looked at her midi skirt.


The fabric was thin. It would feel great fondling her today.


“Then let’s continue what we did last night.”


Ernest thrust his hand against the wall and held Florence’s petite body into his arms.


Florence could smell the scent of the masculine man’s hormone. Her body tensed up as the ambiguous scenes from last night flashed through her mind.


How could they continue in the office?


And their relationship was just a fake engagement. Florence didn’t want to get laid with him.


“This is the company. You don’t mess around here.”




Florence was scared out of her wits. She pushed away Ernest and walked aside.


She was trying to run away, but she ran in the opposite direction. Behind her were just the wall and the desk.


Ernest felt impatient with his empty arms, “Girl, cooperate with me.”


“Mr. Hawkins, you and I are only engaged by agreement. I have the right not to cooperate in anything else. If you keep making unreasonable demands, I will terminate the engagement with you.”


Florence refused Ernest with a firm attitude while looking at him vigilantly.


Ernest frowned slightly and felt kind of blue.


Why couldn’t this woman be cooperative on such a simple task?


If it was an ordinary person, he wouldn’t care much and would just grab her to test it. He didn’t want to frighten Florence as she might be that woman on that night.


After a moment of silence, Ernest said in a deep voice, “Let’s talk about work.”


Florence was then relieved but still standing far away from Ernest.


If she had known that the president would turn out to be Ernest Hawkins, she would never participate in this election. But now that she had been chosen, it would be an excellent opportunity for her to stand out from others. She couldn’t resist from joining this.


Florence spoke reasonably after being tangled for a short moment, “Mr. Hawkins, I will be designing this series of your clothes. Do you have any requirements for it?”






“I will let Timothy send you my dressing style and preferences.”


Ernest responded arbitrarily as he was not much interested in this.


This president’s clothing design was set up by the previous president. He took it over now just to have a test on Florence.


“Alright, then I’ll get back to my work.”


Florence couldn’t wait to get out. She felt nervous when facing Ernest now after the incident last night.


Ernest narrowed his eyes as he saw Florence was about to leave.


Then, he said in a deep voice, “Ms. Fraser, shouldn’t you measure my size?”


“Timothy should have it, right?”


Ernest pursed his lips, “My clothes have to be perfect and precise. Even the slightest sizing error is not allowed.”






Florence was looking at this man who took everything for granted and complained inwardly that he was too picky.


She felt indignant but not daring to speak out. She took the measuring tape and walked to Ernest’s side.


As a designer, she had done measuring size for others often, and she could be said skilled. But she seemed like a perturbed newbie when facing Ernest.


This man’s aura was too strong. Florence’s heart was in turmoil when getting close to him.


After Florence could measure the size of Ernest’s shoulders, she walked around to Ernest’s front, looking at him, and spoke in distress, “Please raise your arms. I will need to measure your waist.”


Ernest was standing straight and raised his arms slightly. There were not many expressions on his face.


Looking at him being like this, Florence then felt less restrained. She reassured herself that she was just taking the measurement for some ordinary people.


She brought the measuring tape all the way around Ernest’s waist and pulled back on the other side.


Although they didn’t have any body-contact, Florence’s body was really close to Ernest’s, which was close enough to make her panic.


She didn’t dare to think about it. She stepped back right after taking the measuring tape. At that moment, Ernest took a step forward suddenly, and the two of them collided.


Florence fell backward uncontrollably. But a strong arm came across her waist and held her.


The man’s handsome face was near right in front of her. Florence could feel the hot breath of his on her face.


Ernest was looking at her, and his gaze was getting more and more passionate.


They were very close as if they were about to kiss.








Chapter 9: As If He Was About to Kiss Her​





















Florence was leaning against the wall, looking at the tall man in front of her panicky.


She spoke nervously, “I’ve waited for you for so long and still haven’t got you. So I went home first.”


So long?


Ernest was gloomy. It took him no more than half an hour to come back last night. But this woman had already left by that time.


Perhaps, she had waited so long for not even more than ten minutes.


Ernest didn’t reveal her. He lowered his head and looked at her midi skirt.


The fabric was thin. It would feel great fondling her today.


“Then let’s continue what we did last night.”


Ernest thrust his hand against the wall and held Florence’s petite body into his arms.


Florence could smell the scent of the masculine man’s hormone. Her body tensed up as the ambiguous scenes from last night flashed through her mind.


How could they continue in the office?


And their relationship was just a fake engagement. Florence didn’t want to get laid with him.


“This is the company. You don’t mess around here.”




Florence was scared out of her wits. She pushed away Ernest and walked aside.


She was trying to run away, but she ran in the opposite direction. Behind her were just the wall and the desk.


Ernest felt impatient with his empty arms, “Girl, cooperate with me.”


“Mr. Hawkins, you and I are only engaged by agreement. I have the right not to cooperate in anything else. If you keep making unreasonable demands, I will terminate the engagement with you.”


Florence refused Ernest with a firm attitude while looking at him vigilantly.


Ernest frowned slightly and felt kind of blue.


Why couldn’t this woman be cooperative on such a simple task?


If it was an ordinary person, he wouldn’t care much and would just grab her to test it. He didn’t want to frighten Florence as she might be that woman on that night.


After a moment of silence, Ernest said in a deep voice, “Let’s talk about work.”


Florence was then relieved but still standing far away from Ernest.


If she had known that the president would turn out to be Ernest Hawkins, she would never participate in this election. But now that she had been chosen, it would be an excellent opportunity for her to stand out from others. She couldn’t resist from joining this.


Florence spoke reasonably after being tangled for a short moment, “Mr. Hawkins, I will be designing this series of your clothes. Do you have any requirements for it?”






“I will let Timothy send you my dressing style and preferences.”


Ernest responded arbitrarily as he was not much interested in this.


This president’s clothing design was set up by the previous president. He took it over now just to have a test on Florence.


“Alright, then I’ll get back to my work.”


Florence couldn’t wait to get out. She felt nervous when facing Ernest now after the incident last night.


Ernest narrowed his eyes as he saw Florence was about to leave.


Then, he said in a deep voice, “Ms. Fraser, shouldn’t you measure my size?”


“Timothy should have it, right?”


Ernest pursed his lips, “My clothes have to be perfect and precise. Even the slightest sizing error is not allowed.”






Florence was looking at this man who took everything for granted and complained inwardly that he was too picky.


She felt indignant but not daring to speak out. She took the measuring tape and walked to Ernest’s side.


As a designer, she had done measuring size for others often, and she could be said skilled. But she seemed like a perturbed newbie when facing Ernest.


This man’s aura was too strong. Florence’s heart was in turmoil when getting close to him.


After Florence could measure the size of Ernest’s shoulders, she walked around to Ernest’s front, looking at him, and spoke in distress, “Please raise your arms. I will need to measure your waist.”


Ernest was standing straight and raised his arms slightly. There were not many expressions on his face.


Looking at him being like this, Florence then felt less restrained. She reassured herself that she was just taking the measurement for some ordinary people.


She brought the measuring tape all the way around Ernest’s waist and pulled back on the other side.


Although they didn’t have any body-contact, Florence’s body was really close to Ernest’s, which was close enough to make her panic.


She didn’t dare to think about it. She stepped back right after taking the measuring tape. At that moment, Ernest took a step forward suddenly, and the two of them collided.


Florence fell backward uncontrollably. But a strong arm came across her waist and held her.


The man’s handsome face was near right in front of her. Florence could feel the hot breath of his on her face.


Ernest was looking at her, and his gaze was getting more and more passionate.


They were very close as if they were about to kiss.
 
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