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.

the target to make

who always had fun, was staring at the door without a

was Mr. Hawkins’ fiancee, after all. If she

she should follow them, a glass of wine was handed in front

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

Wish us pleasant

she could only keep talking

out of

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

silence around her. Florence felt

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

floor, they

main exit, her coworkers would absolutely see

they came out from the back door, it was secret. They made a

answered casually, “If you’ve been here more often and got to know the bar well, you would know

hadn’t expected that Reynold, who was

noble gentleman, he was more like an ordinary human in

front and said, “There’s a river in front and a park built along the river. The environment was quite

felt a bit dizzy after drinking, and she always wanted to enjoy the

nodded in agreement.

“Let’s go.”

looked at Florence, his eyes sparkling. Then

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

considerate and harmonious

breeze. Gradually, the stress

were walking in a community park built along the river, he was quite talkative. He

walking, she felt as if

walking on the roadside. Then she smelt a nice

the evening, a

stand, Florence was lost in thought. She couldn’t help but think that Ernest also had the street food with her

that time, she didn’t know Ernest’s eating habits, and she thought that he liked the

man like him like eating street food. Hence,

help but skip a beat. Ernest’s image kept wandering

was in a daze. He took a look at

with concern, “Do

“What?”