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.

men didn’t have the target to make

staring at the door

If she had some scandal with another man, would it impact Mr. Hawkins’

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

She said to Erica friendly, “Erica, I’ve paid attention to your works before. You are really an excellent designer. I admire you very much. I hope I can’ learn a

us pleasant

so she could only keep talking with the

the other side, Reynold took Florence out of

small door, they arrived at a quiet street, which was completely different from

silence around her. Florence felt so relaxed and

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

booth was on the top floor, they could see everything

she walked out from the main exit,

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

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

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

was a noble gentleman, he was more like

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

dizzy after drinking, and she

nodded in

“Let’s go.”

eyes sparkling. Then he strode

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

considerate and harmonious

the night breeze.

in a community park built along the river, he was quite

if she

a nice smell from the barbecue.

in the evening, a lot

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

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

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

beat. Ernest’s image

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

concern, “Do you want

“What?”