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.

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

had fun, was staring at the door without a blink, slightly

teasing, Florence was Mr. Hawkins’ fiancee, after all. If she had some scandal

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 a lot from

us

attention was distracted completely, so she could

out of the bar from the

door, they arrived at a quiet street, which was

her. Florence

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

floor, they could see everything from the above including the

out from the main

back door, it was secret. They made a

and got to know the bar well, you

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

he was a noble gentleman, he was more like an

along the river. The environment was quite good. The air is fresh

and

nodded in agreement.

“Let’s go.”

looked at Florence, his eyes

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

was a considerate

was walking with Reynold, enjoying the night breeze. Gradually, the

night and they were walking in a community park built along the river, he was quite talkative. He kept introducing the customs of Riverside

walking, she felt as if she was having a

nice smell from the barbecue. Raising her head, she saw

the evening, a lot

lost in thought. She couldn’t help but think that Ernest also had the

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

it now, she realized how could a picky man like him like eating street food. Hence, he did that for her

skip a beat. Ernest’s image kept wandering in Florence’s

in a daze. He took

concern, “Do

“What?”