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.

and luxurious. Many

an independent booth on the third floor, the top floor, from which they could see the lively dance

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

quite vivid in the

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

Florence was lying down on the sofa for a whole afternoon,

now, she didn’t look quite energetic. She just tried her best

it was the first time for them to meet, proposing

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

she poured herself a glass of orange

who was proposing a toast to her was not

juice. At least you should drink the cocktail. Come

was holding a blue cocktail and forcibly replaced the orange juice in

migraine. “I’m not good at drinking. I can’t

must

beside them also echoed loudly. “Yeah! You

the loud music around them, Florence

failed to refuse, so she held the cocktail helplessly. “I can

man agreed immediately. Then he clinked the glass with

was over.

trick. “Florence, let’s

could only clink her glass with the man,

who came to propose a toast always came back and forth while drinking instead of just doing it

was forced to drink several glasses of the

her face was reddened, and

on like this, she

persuade others to drink. Another man came over to Florence

on. Let’s

dare to drink more. She shook her head right away. “I’m a bit drunk

her. “You said you are drunk, but you are still sober. Come on. I’ll gulp down the whole glass.

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

in front of her

those people who liked drinking were quite

an occasion, it would be

feeling of omitting after getting a

do, the glass in her

to Florence, having the half-drunk cocktail grabbed