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.

Riverside City ... crowded and luxurious. Many men

top floor, from which they could see

of Hawkins Group and also the team in Riverside

was quite vivid in the

were in the same business and would be the business partners in the following

sofa for a whole afternoon, she couldn’t help thinking

She just tried her best to hold

proposing a toast had become the main way to greet

Then they started to propose a toast with the team

couldn’t drink much. Hence, she poured herself a glass of orange juice, aiming to drink

was proposing a toast to

come to a bar. You can’t drink orange juice. At least you should drink the cocktail. Come on. Take this. It’s not

blue cocktail and forcibly replaced the

little migraine. “I’m not good

must drink alcohol,” the man

loudly. “Yeah! You can drink

around them, Florence had a migraine

held the cocktail helplessly. “I can take a

immediately. Then he clinked the

was over. However, another man came over to propose

same trick. “Florence, let’s

her glass with the man, taking

twenty of them in total, people who came to propose a toast always came back and forth while drinking instead

to drink

reddened, and

like this, she would definitely

others to drink. Another man came over to Florence and handed her a glass of

on. Let’s have a

away. “I’m

still sober. Come on. I’ll gulp

kept taking a sip and didn’t know how much she had

times the man standing in front of

who liked drinking were

migraine, wondering what she should do. On such an occasion, it would be

hated the feeling of omitting after getting

didn’t know what to do, the glass in

down next to Florence, having the half-drunk cocktail grabbed