My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Depressed, she took the bags into her suit. Then she pulled out her cell phone and sent Reynold a WeChat message.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Myron. I forgot to ask how much those things cost. I’ll transfer the money to you.”

On the other side, when Reynold just reached the elevator, he heard the message tone.

He tabbed to unlock his phone and saw Florence’s message.

Reading the content, Reynold curled his lips up slightly, seemingly that he had understood something.

To chat with him, Florence had found such a natural excuse. It must have taken her much effort.

However, he never liked to flirt with a woman using the cell phone.

Hence, Reynold locked the phone screen, put it in the pocket of his trousers, and walked out of the elevator gracefully.

Florence hadn’t received his reply, so she thought Reynold was busy. She didn’t urge him though.

Anyway, they would have plenty of chances to meet in the next few days. She could ask him about it at any time.

Florence didn’t open the boxes of the skincare products. They were different from the brand that she usually used, but the effect would be almost the same if she just used them for a short period.

She was worried about the dress because the size did matter.

Florence took out the dress and tried it on.

It was a red dress, and its hemline reached her knee. The style was simple and graceful, which was a good design, fitting her very well.

The size was perfect.

Florence looked at the reflection of her shape that was perfectly represented by the dress. She couldn’t help but feel surprised. She wondered how Reynold chose the dress. How could he choose the right size?

It seemed that her coworkers didn’t know her size...

Florence was so puzzled. She wondered if Reynold was extremely lucky so he could get the one with the right size by simply picking one up.

...

In the evening…

Together with Erica and others, Florence set off from the hotel, arriving at the bar where the gathering was.

the biggest bar in Riverside City ... crowded and

could see the

teams of Hawkins Group and also the team in Riverside City. There were more than twenty

it was quite vivid in

same business and would be the business partners in the following days. Everyone was

afternoon, she couldn’t help thinking about Ernest. She didn’t have a good

she didn’t look quite energetic. She just

it was the first time for them to meet, proposing a toast had become the main

self-introductions first. Then they started to propose a toast with the

herself a glass of orange juice, aiming to drink

was proposing a toast to her

bar. You can’t drink orange juice. At least you

cocktail and forcibly

“I’m not good at drinking. I can’t

can drink less, but you must drink alcohol,” the man

“Yeah! You can drink less. We should

Florence

refuse, so she held the cocktail helplessly.

agreed immediately. Then he clinked

was over. However, another man came over to propose

used the same trick. “Florence, let’s have a

glass with the man,

came to propose a toast always came back

was forced to drink several glasses of the

was reddened, and she felt

on like this, she would definitely

to drink. Another

Let’s have a

her head right away. “I’m a bit drunk now. I won’t

Come on. I’ll gulp down the whole glass. You can take a

was so speechless. Under such a trick, she kept taking a sip and didn’t know how much

the man standing in front of her had tricked her to

felt that those people who liked drinking were

rubbed the temples while having a migraine, wondering what she should do. On such an occasion, it would be quite impolite to reject other’s toast.

hated the feeling of omitting after getting

the glass in her hand

having the half-drunk cocktail