My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

He questioned, “Just a Misunderstanding? When you just met me, why did you pounced at me?”

Florence immediately explained, “Someone pushed me from behind, so I lost my balance.”

Reynold asked again, “I offered my room to you. Why did you say you don’t mind staying in the room that I’ve stayed in and you can continue staying there? Florence, you are not a little girl. You should know that’s a hint to a man.”

Florence suddenly felt too awkward, feeling so aggrieved.

“It’s because you’ve already offered your room to me out of kindness. How could I dislike the room you’ve stayed in?”

After that, she added in a low voice, “Even if I disliked it, I couldn’t tell you face-to-face. I was sleeping on the sofa.”

Although the words she added were in a pretty low voice, Reynold still heard them.

All of a sudden, Reynold was stiffened, his mouth corners twitching. He gaped at Florence.

Did she mean that she disliked the bed that he had slept in?

Suddenly, he got the feeling of falling into hell from the heave. Reynold looked at Florence, feeling more and more embarrassed.

Gritting his teeth, he questioned again reluctantly, “Then, how about you came to my house at midnight?”

“You said you wanted to show me the original design!”

When speaking of it, Florence couldn’t help feeling furious. She came here to worship her idol’s design truly, but he mistook her as a whore who brought herself to him at midnight.

Reynold couldn’t maintain his current expression at all.

Looking at Florence’s angry face, as an experienced playboy, he knew that he had made a mistake tonight.

Florence was not the kind of girl that he had imagined...

“Ahem. Ahem,” Reynold cleared his throat awkwardly.

Then he released Florence.

Since she got the freedom, Florence took several steps aside, distancing herself from Reynold warily.

At the same time, she was looking at Reynold up and down. He stopped doing things out of the boundary, walked to the sofa, and sat down.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. It was so quiet in the room that the atmosphere was so awkward.

until then did Florence understand that it was because Reynold

during the daytime was because she was

man, he took

mouth corners. Was Reynold way too

wondered if this was a so-called one-night-stand based on

poured a glass of wine, gulping down more than a half glass. Then he finally

well-known playboy. Unexpectedly, he would fail when facing Florence and made

just the biggest failure in

felt a bit depressed. After a long while, he stood

instant, looking at him

meant

the door, planning to run out of

was taken aback slightly. This was the first time that a woman looked at him so warily and

a crush on him after he had been hitting on

help

it’s a misunderstanding, I won’t lay a finger on you,” Reynold made

a few meters away from her. Under the light, he still looked handsome, noble, and

others feel rest assured

bit. She had an unspeakable

necessities, and took

his villa. If he determined to do it, she wouldn’t be able to escape

go of her immediately. Moreover, he also promised that

speaking, he was still a

made the atmosphere

Florence said, “Well, it’s quite late

door and opened it. Seeing that Reynold

a distance

back to the

“No, thanks. I can

woman who was still on alert and distanced herself from him, Reynold’s eyes darkened. Some feel that he had never had surged

and pulled her to

nerve that just relaxed suddenly became tightened again. She looked at

“Mr. Myron, you...”

a low voice and interrupted

face. “You don’t need to take precautions against me. If I want to do something to you, I would have done it just

Florence hesitated. “Friends?”