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.

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

staring at the door without

If she had some scandal with

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

Erica friendly, “Erica, I’ve paid attention to your works before. You are really an excellent designer. I admire you

us pleasant

completely, so she could only keep talking with the

took Florence out of the bar

the small door, they arrived at a quiet street,

was only silence around her.

you are awesome! You even know such

the top floor, they could see everything from

the main exit, her coworkers would absolutely

back door, it

you’ve been here more often and got

a bit surprised ... she hadn’t expected that Reynold, who was considered as a god, was also

he was a noble gentleman, he was more like

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

bit dizzy after drinking, and she

nodded in

“Let’s go.”

his eyes sparkling. Then he

too face nor too slow, just a half-step faster than Florence. He could show her the way as well as

considerate and harmonious

night breeze.

a good guide. Although it was at night and they were walking in a community park built along the river, he was quite talkative.

she felt as if she was having

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

in the evening, a lot of people

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

eating habits, and she thought that

a picky man like him like eating street food. Hence, he did that for her

skip a beat.

daze. He took a look at

asked with concern, “Do you want to try

“What?”