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

who always had fun, was staring at the

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

follow them, a glass of wine was

I’ve paid attention to your works before. You are really an excellent

Wish us pleasant

so she could only keep talking

other side, Reynold took Florence out of

they arrived at a quiet street, which was completely different from the noisy bar

was only silence around her. Florence

“Mr. Myron, you are awesome! You even know such a hidden back

floor, they

from the main exit, her coworkers

from the back door, it was

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

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

that he was a noble gentleman, he was more like

a park built along the river.

drinking, and

in agreement.

“Let’s go.”

his eyes sparkling. Then

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

was a considerate and harmonious

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

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

felt as if she was having

the park, Florence was walking on the roadside. Then she smelt a nice smell from the barbecue.

the evening, a lot of people were

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

habits, and she thought that he liked

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

a beat. Ernest’s image kept

in a daze. He took a look at the

“Do you want

“What?”