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

floor, the top floor, from which they could see the lively dance floor downstairs. At the same

design teams of Hawkins Group and also the team in Riverside City.

it was quite vivid in

and would be the business partners in the following days.

sofa for a whole afternoon, she couldn’t

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

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

design team from Riverside City did the self-introductions first. Then they started to propose a toast with the team from Hawkins Group

herself a glass of orange juice, aiming to

the man who was proposing a toast

come to a bar. You can’t drink orange juice. At least you should drink the cocktail.

was holding a blue cocktail and forcibly replaced the orange juice in Florence’s hand with

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

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

also echoed loudly. “Yeah! You can drink less. We should have

Florence had

so she held the cocktail helplessly. “I can take a

agreed immediately. Then he clinked

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

the same trick. “Florence,

her glass with

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

to drink

her face was reddened, and

went on like this, she would definitely be

drink. Another man came over to Florence and

Let’s have a

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

her. “You said you are drunk, but you are still sober. Come on.

Under such a trick, she kept taking a sip and didn’t know how

how many times the man standing in front

felt that those people who liked drinking were

do. On such an occasion, it would be quite impolite to reject other’s toast. But, if she drank

she hated the feeling of omitting after getting a hangover. It was just a

do, the glass in her hand was grabbed

next to Florence, having the