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 protagonists had gone, those men didn’t have the target to make

was staring at the door without

were just teasing, Florence was Mr. Hawkins’ fiancee, after all. If she had some scandal with another man, would it

if she should follow them, a glass of wine was

attention to your works before. You are really an

us

attention was distracted completely, so she could only keep

other side, Reynold took Florence out of

out of the small door, they arrived at a quiet street, which was completely different from the noisy

her. Florence felt so relaxed

You even know such a hidden back door of the

top floor, they

out from the main

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

“If you’ve been here more often and got to know the

expected that Reynold, who was considered as a god, was also fond

a noble gentleman, he was

river. The environment was quite good. The air is fresh at night, too. Shall we have a

after drinking, and she always wanted to

nodded in

“Let’s go.”

at Florence, his eyes sparkling. Then

not too face nor too slow, just a half-step faster than Florence. He could show her the way

considerate

was walking with Reynold, enjoying the night breeze.

a community park built along the river, he was quite talkative. He kept introducing the customs

as if she was having a

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

the evening, a lot of

at those dinners at the barbecue stand, Florence was lost in thought. She couldn’t help but think that Ernest also had the street

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

now, she realized how could a picky man like him like eating street food. Hence, he

a beat. Ernest’s image kept wandering in

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

with concern, “Do you want to

“What?”