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.

understand that it was because Reynold misunderstood

the daytime was because she was hitting

a man, he took it

mouth corners. Was Reynold way too casual

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

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

heart. He was a well-known playboy. Unexpectedly, he would fail when

failure in his realm of

a bit depressed. After a long while, he stood up and

instant, looking at him

She meant what else he wanted

door, planning to run out of the

taken aback slightly. This was the first time that a woman looked at

woman who didn’t have a crush on him after he had been hitting on her for a whole

couldn’t help doubting

never force a woman. Since it’s a misunderstanding, I won’t lay a finger on you,” Reynold made a promise, quite

few meters away from her. Under the light, he

others

relaxing a bit. She had an unspeakable

her necessities,

now, she was already in his villa. If he determined to do it, she wouldn’t be able to

they made the misunderstanding clear, Reynold let go of her immediately. Moreover, he also promised that he wouldn’t do anything

was

happened still made the

eyes, Florence said, “Well, it’s quite late now. I gotta

to the door and opened it. Seeing that Reynold was

a distance

drive you back

subconsciously refused, “No, thanks. I can go back

alert and distanced herself from him, Reynold’s eyes darkened. Some feel that he had never

he reached out and pulled her to

just relaxed suddenly became tightened again. She

“Mr. Myron, you...”

her name in a

I would have done it just now. In the following days, we’ll work together. Could you please take the things

Florence hesitated. “Friends?”