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.

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In the evening…

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

crowded and luxurious. Many men and women were having a

on the third floor, the top floor, from which they could see the lively

the design teams of Hawkins Group and also the team

quite vivid

and would be the business partners in the following

for a whole afternoon, she couldn’t

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

to meet, proposing a toast had become the main way

they started to propose

glass of orange juice, aiming to drink it

was proposing a toast

juice. At least you should drink the cocktail. Come on. Take

a blue cocktail and forcibly replaced the

not good

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

“Yeah! You can drink

loud music around them, Florence had

so she held the cocktail helplessly. “I

the man agreed immediately. Then he clinked the glass

Florence thought it was over. However, another man came over to propose

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

only clink her glass with the man,

were over twenty of them in total, people who came to propose a toast always

to drink several

was reddened,

it went on like this, she would definitely be

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

on. Let’s have a

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

with her. “You said you are drunk, but you are still sober. Come on. I’ll

taking a sip and didn’t know

man standing in front of her had tricked her

those people who liked drinking were quite

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. But, if she drank again, she would probably

of omitting after getting a hangover. It was

what to do, the glass in her hand was grabbed by a hand with slender

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