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 luxurious. Many men and women were having a great time

which they could see the

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

was quite vivid in

were in the same business and would be the business partners in the following days. Everyone was quite actively doing self-introductions. Soon they

afternoon, she couldn’t help thinking about Ernest. She

She just

proposing a toast had become

did the self-introductions first. Then they started to propose a toast with the team from Hawkins Group one after

a glass of

was proposing a

juice. At least you should drink the

a blue cocktail and forcibly replaced the orange juice in

felt a little migraine. “I’m not

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

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

them, Florence had a migraine because of

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

the man agreed immediately. Then

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

trick. “Florence, let’s have a

her glass with the

toast always came back and forth while drinking instead of just doing it for

forced to drink several glasses of

her face was reddened, and she felt

went on like this, she would definitely be

were always people trying to persuade others to drink. Another man came

Let’s have

her head right away. “I’m a bit

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

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

how many times the man standing in front of her had

felt that those people who

On such an occasion, it would be quite

after getting a hangover. It was just a

was so depressed that she didn’t know what to do, the glass

next to Florence, having the half-drunk