My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

As if he had noticed Florence’s confusion, Reynold got much closer to Florence and whispered in her ear, “In fact, I can’t drink much as well. But they wouldn’t skip any chance to make me drink. If I continue staying here, I’m afraid I’ll be drunk as well.”

It turned out that misery loved company.

Thinking about leaving with Reynold, Florence had someone in the company, so she made up her mind.

“All right. Let’s go. How can we escape from here?”

“Pretending to use the restroom.”

As he spoke, Reynold stood up. Pulling Florence, he strode towards the outside.

Someone noticed him and asked, “Reynold, where are you going?”

“The restroom.”

The man also noticed Florence who was following him. He asked again, “How about Florence? Is she also going to the restroom?”

Florence blushed, looking so guilty.

The question also sounded so ambiguous.

Feeling awkward, she didn’t know how to answer him.

At this moment, Reynold answered the man for her, “Florence has never been here before. She can’t find the restroom, so I’m showing her the way.”

It was a good excuse.

However, several male designers from Riverside City raised a spoof and started teasing them, as if Reynold and Florence had an affair.

They were heading to the restroom, but suddenly the action became so ambiguous.

Florence had a stronger migraine when hearing their jokes, wondering why those men’s minds were so nasty.

If they continued staying in the booth, they might imagine some more rumors.

Immediately, she said, “Mr. Myron, shall we leave?”

“Sure,” Reynold agreed immediately.

He turned around and walked out of the booth, ignoring those noisy men.

men didn’t have the target to make fun of, so they sat

at the

was Mr. Hawkins’ fiancee, after all. If she had some scandal with another man, would it impact Mr. Hawkins’

that if she should follow them, a glass

You are really an excellent designer. I admire you very much. I hope I can’

us

she

took Florence out of

door, they arrived at a quiet street, which was completely different from the

only silence around her. Florence felt so relaxed

she said, “Mr. Myron, you are awesome! You even know such

floor, they could see

she walked out from the main exit, her

door, it was secret. They made a

been here more often and got to know

that Reynold, who was considered as a god, was

he was more like an ordinary human in

river in front and a park built along the river. The environment was quite good. The air is fresh at night,

after drinking, and she always

in

“Let’s go.”

looked at Florence, his eyes

slow, just a half-step faster than Florence. He could show her the way as well as wait for

was a considerate

with Reynold, enjoying the night breeze. Gradually, the stress in

good guide. Although it was at night and they were walking in a community park built along

walking, she felt as if

roadside. Then she smelt a nice smell from the barbecue. Raising her

it was already in the evening, a lot of people

think that Ernest also had the street

that time, she didn’t know Ernest’s eating habits, and

how could a picky man like him like eating street food.

heart couldn’t help but skip a beat. Ernest’s image kept wandering in Florence’s

that Florence was in a daze. He took a look at

with concern, “Do you want to

“What?”