My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins
Chapter 188: Whose Dates
Seeing that Ernest had drunk the wine, the man thought that Ernest was kind to him. Flattered, he immediately gulped down the wine in his glass in one breath as well.
After finishing the wine, he added with a smile, “Mr. Hawkins, I’m the CEO of Ricky Corporation. In the future, if you have time, we can play golf and have dinner together. What do you think?”
“I’m too busy,” Ernest uttered a few words coldly. He didn’t even care about this man’s dignity at all.
The smile on the man’s face was stiffened. He gaped at Ernest.
Just now, he witnessed that Mr. Hawkins drink off the wine, which meant that Mr. Hawkins was quite kind to him. However, in just a few seconds, how could Mr. Hawkins change his attitude?
With a pretty and graceful smile, Gemma said, “I’m sorry. Ernest is indeed pretty busy usually. Sir, why don’t you leave us a business card? If he’s available, he’ll call you.”
The mid-aged man now felt comforted. With a smile, he handed his business card to Gemma.
After Gemma put away the business car, naturally she picked up another glass of wine and handed it to Ernest.
She was standing beside him, helping him with everything considerately.
When Florence rushed into the hall, she saw this scene as soon as she walked into the door.
In the banquet hall where guests were walking back and forth, among the excellent gentlemen and gentlewomen, Ernest was as shiny as a star. She found him at the first glance.
Beside him, Gemma was also stunning. The red dress made her as enchanting as the burning flame. Even she was standing next to Ernest, she looked quite suitable.
They both looked matching each other perfectly -- the man was talented and the woman was pretty.
Gemma was busy helping Ernest take those business cards from the guests and changing the wine for him. She took care of him so carefully and considerately, just like a date. She was even more intimate to him and harmonious than a date.
Florence looked at them in a daze, and for some reason, traces of coldness surged in her heart.
At this moment, suddenly Gamma looked over at her. Her red lips curled up arrogantly, expressing her provocation.
She looked as if she was a winner.
The red dress on her also burnt Florence’s eyes like a fire.
her own red dress, Florence suddenly felt
color of their dresses was the same, and so
she was Cinderella who was standing at the gate, unknown to
such a comparison, Florence felt
bag, she touched
need her gift, even if it was found by her after
didn’t need her to be his date, even if she didn’t come, someone else would
then did Florence clearly realize
so late? Did you just get
women came over. They acted being
to discuss with
heard about it. It must be because Mr.
this party tonight.
same as Gemma’s. Does she want to compete with Gemma? TSK. TSK. She
shame! If I were her, I wouldn’t
there motionlessly. Upon hearing those sarcastic words, she
had seen those women
knew the relationship between Gemma and
opinions, Florence was always the
enlarged
between pale and red. Feeling quite depressed, Florence
figure
voice was as gentle as the brook that was hitting a
you came. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have
saw Cooper’s smiling face full of
a dark blue suit, which suited his shape, making him look more handsome. He looked like a
who were humiliating Florence
They gaped at Cooper.
but ask, “Mr.
course,” Cooper answered without any hesitation, his tone slightly raised, full of
couldn’t believe it. “But
he had dumped Florence, he wouldn’t let her be with someone else. He wouldn’t let Florence be Cooper’s
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