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.

... crowded and luxurious. Many men

floor, the top floor, from which they could see the

design teams of Hawkins Group and also the team

quite vivid in

in the following days. Everyone was quite actively doing self-introductions. Soon

for a whole afternoon,

now, she didn’t look quite energetic. She

it was the first time for them to meet, proposing

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

couldn’t drink much. Hence, she poured herself a glass of

the man who was proposing a toast to

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

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

a little migraine. “I’m not good

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

loudly. “Yeah! You can

Florence

the cocktail

immediately. Then he clinked the glass with

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

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

glass with the man, taking a

came to propose a toast always came back and forth while drinking instead of

forced to drink

was reddened,

this, she would definitely

drinking, there were always people trying to persuade others to drink. Another man came over to Florence and handed her

Let’s

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

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

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

she wondered how many times the man standing in front of her

people who

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

of omitting after

the glass in her hand

down next to Florence, having the