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.

biggest bar in Riverside City ... crowded and luxurious. Many men and women were having

top floor, from which they could see the lively dance floor downstairs. At the same time, they could have their own party without being

Group and also the team in Riverside City.

was quite vivid in the

were in the same business and would be the business partners in the following days. Everyone was quite actively

Florence was lying down on the sofa for a whole afternoon, she couldn’t help thinking about Ernest.

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

to meet, proposing a toast had become the main way

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

poured herself a glass of orange juice, aiming to drink it instead of

proposing a toast to her was

drink orange juice. At least you

holding a blue cocktail and forcibly replaced the orange

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

but you must drink alcohol,”

echoed loudly. “Yeah! You can

loud music around them, Florence

so she held the cocktail

immediately. Then he clinked

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

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

only clink her glass with the man,

total, people who came to propose a toast always came back and forth while drinking instead of just doing it for one

forced to drink several

reddened, and she felt

it went on like this, she would

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

Let’s

her head right away. “I’m a bit drunk now. I

sober. Come on. I’ll gulp

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

wondered how many times the man standing in front of

those people who

having a migraine, wondering what she should do. On such an occasion, it would be quite impolite to

the feeling of omitting after

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

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