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.

didn’t have the target to make fun of, so they sat down again and continued to

fun, was staring at the door without

men were just teasing, Florence was Mr. Hawkins’ fiancee, after all. If she

follow them, a

Riverside City. She said to Erica friendly, “Erica, I’ve paid attention to your works before. You are really an

Wish us

was distracted completely, so she

Reynold took Florence out of the bar from the

at a quiet

was only silence around her. Florence felt so relaxed and

Myron, you are awesome! You even know such a hidden back door

on the top floor, they could see everything from the above

walked out from the main exit,

out from the back door, it was

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

bit surprised ... she hadn’t expected that Reynold, who was considered as a god, was also fond of hanging out in a

he was more like an ordinary

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

dizzy after drinking, and she always wanted to enjoy

in

“Let’s go.”

at Florence, his eyes sparkling.

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

a considerate and harmonious

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

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

as if

smelt a nice smell from the barbecue. Raising her head,

it was already in the evening,

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

eating habits, and she thought that

realized how could a picky man like him like eating

couldn’t help but skip a beat. Ernest’s image kept

was in a daze. He took a look

“Do you want to try

“What?”