My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 273

The cooperation between the teams from City N and Riverside City almost ended.

For that, the company has organized a farewell banquet. The team members from both cities would gather around and have fun.

Also, the well-known gentlemen and ladies from Riverside City were invited to join the banquet. It was grand and vivid indeed.

Florence had been to two parties since she came over to Riverside City, so there were two sets of evening dresses in her closet.

One was from Reynold when she first got here, and the other one was bought by herself.

Looking at the dresses in the closes, Florence wondered which one to wear or she should buy a new dress.

“Knock... Knock... Knock...”

There was a knock on her door.

Florence hadn’t decided which one to wear, so she walked over to open the door in slippers.

Ernest was standing at the door as he usually did these days.

However, they were going to a banquet soon, and they wouldn’t read books now. She wondered what Ernest was doing at her door.

Seeing that Florence was in a daze at the door, Ernest pressed his thin lips into a smile.

“Don’t you let me in?”

“Ah! Please come in.”

Florence came back to her senses. She took a few steps back right away, letting Ernest walk into her suite.

As soon as she stepped back, she saw Timothy was following Ernest.

Timothy looked at Florence with a smile. He handed the big black gift box over to her.

“Good evening, Ms. Fraser. This is for you.”

Florence was confused. “For me? What is it?”

Timothy answered, “Please open it and take a look. Mr. Hawkins deliberately prepared it for you.”

It was prepared by Ernest.

Subconsciously, Florence looked over at the man who had entered her room, her heart hammering. She took over the gift box.

After delivering the gift box, Timothy didn’t go in. He walked out of the suite and closed the door behind him considerately.

Only Florence and Ernest were left in the room.

Holding the gift box, Florence slightly felt uneasy.

Ernest poured himself a glass of wine. Sitting on the sofa, he took a sip lazily.

He raised his head and looked at her. “Why don’t you open it and have a look?”

Florence’s heartbeat fastened.

She held the gift box over, put it on the table, and opened it.

When she opened the box, the gorgeous blue appeared in her sight.

Florence widened her eyes in excitement.

“Is this... the dress designed by Mr. Forager?”

“Ehn.”

Ernest nodded in response mysteriously.

Looking at the surprise and smile on Florence’s face, he also curled up his lips.

Only at this moment did he realize that the most valuable gift was not about the gift itself, but whether the gift could make Florence smile. That was the most precious and the best.

Florence was fully attracted by this dress. She carefully pulled out it as of she was holding a priceless treasure that was easy to break.

She had never expected that she would see this masterpiece after the fashion show was over.

The collar of the dress was the work that Ernest had torn personally.

Now it was a perfect dress.

Holding it, Florence couldn’t help but be so excited. She looked over at Ernest uneasily.

“Mr. Hawkins, are you planning to let me put it on?”

Ernest pressed his lips.

He said in a natural tone, “Of course. Who else can I give it to besides you?”