My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 195

On the next day…

In the president’s office of the Hawkins Group…

Several C-level managers stood in the office and reported work to Ernest. They were all waiting for his approval and signature.

This was a routine for them and they would often stand in Ernest’s office like this when they had to go through this procedure. But today, they could clearly feel that Ernest was in a good mood.

More precisely, he was in a mood that was much better than usual.

Especially when she took out the pen from the pocket, he looked gentler.

He even smiled when he gazed at the pen and he was so delighted just like bathing in the spring wind.

Those managers were all bug-eyed in wonderment as if they had seen red rains.

They had been working in the company for decades and had been to Ernest’s office for numerous times, but they hadn’t seen him smiling.

Wasn’t there always indifference and aloofness on his handsome face?

Moreover, the most wired thing was that Mr. Hawkins actually smiled at an ordinary KT Pen as if it was his lover.

What was wrong with him today?

Or could it be that this president was a fake one? He was substituted by someone else?

Everyone was shocked and they all guessed wildly about what had happened to Ernest. They looked apparently astonished.

Ernest sat on the chair elegantly. He didn’t care what they were thinking in their minds.

He spun the pen. Although his eyes were on it, he only had Florence in his mind.

This was the first gift from Florence.

And there was a smiling face on the pen.

She indeed had tried to learn about him secretly. See, his mood was enhanced when he saw the smiling face.

He then softly removed the pen hat and wrote down his name on the signature area in one go.

Ernest gazed at the fluent signature with satisfaction. The pen selected by Florence was quite good.

He curled his lips into a smile.

When he was about to put aside the document, a drop of ink dropped on his signature.

The ink immediately blotted the signature when it dropped down on the paper.

Ernest was a bit stunned.

The office was prevailed by a weird silence.

The managers gazed at the pen astonishingly and then at the blurred signature on the document and twitched their mouth.

Mr. Hawkins’ pen actually blotted?

This had never happened in the past!

Timothy who was standing aside was also dumfounded as he also hadn’t expected this.

Timothy felt nervous. Why the pen sent by Miss Fraser would leak ink?

Could it be that it was fake?

But he reacted quickly and immediately handed the other pen to Ernest, “Mr. Hawkins, please use this one.”

Ernest gazed at the pen in his hand and slightly knitted his brows.

He had been using the best things over the decades and they were all of high quality. None of his pen had leaked ink.

Why did this one have a leakage?

Ernest didn’t take the pen handed by Timothy; instead, he unscrewed the pen at his hand.

The ink flowed out due to his action and instantly, Ernst’s hands were stained with ink.

Timothy gasped in shock.

He had been working for Ernest for years and he knew clearly that the things that Ernest used should be of top quality; moreover, he had mysophobia and would never touch things that would soil his hands. But now his hands were smeared by the ink.