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.

Riverside City ... crowded and luxurious. Many men and women

reserved an independent booth on the third floor, the top floor, from which they could see the lively dance floor downstairs. At the same time, they

the design teams of Hawkins Group and also the team in Riverside City. There were more than

quite vivid in the

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

a whole afternoon, she couldn’t help thinking about Ernest. She didn’t have a

look quite energetic. She just tried her best to

them to meet, proposing a toast had become the main way to

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

herself a glass of orange juice, aiming to drink

man who was proposing a toast to her

orange juice. At least you

a blue cocktail and forcibly

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

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

loudly. “Yeah! You

loud music around them, Florence had a migraine because

refuse, so she held the cocktail helplessly. “I can

the man agreed immediately. Then he clinked the

a sip, Florence thought it was over.

same trick.

clink her glass

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

was forced to drink several glasses

face was reddened, and she felt

like this, she would definitely be

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

on. Let’s have a

right away. “I’m a

are still sober. Come on. I’ll gulp down the whole glass. You can take a sip. Does

she kept taking a sip

man standing in front

that those people who liked drinking were quite

rubbed the temples while having a migraine, wondering what she should do. On such an occasion, it would be quite

after getting a hangover. It was

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

down next to Florence, having