My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 139

Although Anthony was kidding with her, he remained quite professional. Skillfully, he designed styling for Florence that suited her very well.

In almost two hours, Florence had done with styling.

Florence had maroon curly hair, looking generous and stylish. She was wearing a simple-designed skirt, making her look capable and elegant, emanating a noble temperament.

Florence was always satisfied with Anthony in terms of styling. After thanking him, she walked out of the styling room.

As soon as she walked out, unexpectedly she saw Ernest sitting on the sofa. He was reading a newspaper in his hands leisurely, seemingly waiting for her.

She didn’t expect that he would follow her over and he would be busy with his work already.

Hearing the noises, Ernest switched his gaze from the newspaper and let it fall on Florence.

Looking at her up and down, he nodded.

He generously complimented her, “You look pretty originally. Now you’ve made the dress more beautiful.”

Florence was taken aback, wondering if he meant the outfit was average and he was praising her.

Everyone would be pleased by the compliments from others. Moreover, it was Ernest who praised her. Florence felt that her heart was with a pair of wings, flying upward.

When Anthony walked out, he heard Ernest’s compliment.

Instantly, his mouth corners twitched. He had picked up the outfit carefully, which was undoubtedly pretty. However, Ernest meant the outfit was ugly and it all replied on Florence who made it beautiful.

He clicked his tongue ... sure enough, beauty was in the eye of the beholder.

Anthony was the chief designer for Florence, so he was in charge of all the arrangements. Hence, Florence would go to her first fashion show with Anthony together.

However, when they were walking out of the lobby of the company, Florence looked at the tall and strong man walking by her side.

“Excuse me, Mr. Hawkins. Are you also coming with us?”

Anthony was the vice-president of the company, and Ernest was the CEO who was more superior. Florence didn’t think the fashion show was so important that both of them needed to attend.

Ernest nodded. He answered naturally, “Yeah.”

Florence looked at him in a daze, wondering if he went there with the identity as the CEO of the company or as her fiancé in the name.

Seemingly he had read Florence’s mind, Ernest bent over a bit and his think lips attached to Florence’s ear.

In a deep and ambiguous tone to seduce her, he said, “I’ll be there as your backer.”

Florence’s ears were suddenly reddened deeply. Her mind was messy as if there was an explosion in her brain.

Her heart hammered so violently that she could hardly breathe.

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The fashion show was held by Hawkins Group and it was arranged by Anthony in person. Hence it was a grand event, almost the same as those shows from the A-list designers’.

Moreover, Florence was a popular designer raised not long ago, and a lot of media liked her very much. Hence, almost all the media in town attended this fashion show voluntarily.

The scene was very grand, even over the fashion shows of a lot of front-line designers.

Florence was standing backstage. Looking at the scene, she couldn’t help feeling nervous.

It was different than her experience in Ovi Fashion Design Contest. Tonight, she was the absolute protagonist and the only one. Everything happening here, all the media agencies, and all focuses were targeted on her.

Someone expected her wonderful performance, and someone wanted her to make fool of herself in public.

“Don’t panic. You have me,” the man’s deep and magnetic voice sounded in her ear.

His warm big hands were holding hers in his palms like an embrace to protect her from the storm.

Florence was stunned. She couldn’t help feeling warmth in her heart.

She turned around to look at the man standing beside her ... he was noble, elegant, and superior. However, he was standing next to her at such a short distance as if she could touch him as soon as she reached out.

“Thank you,” her lips apart, she uttered the two words in an extremely low voice.