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.

bar in Riverside City ... crowded and

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

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

quite

business and would be the business partners in the following days.

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

she didn’t look quite energetic. She just tried

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

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

glass of

man who was proposing a toast

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

man was holding a blue cocktail and forcibly

not good at drinking. I can’t

drink less, but you must

also echoed loudly. “Yeah! You can drink

them, Florence had a

held the cocktail helplessly.

immediately. Then

over. However, another man came over to propose a

trick. “Florence,

could only clink her glass with the man, taking a

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

forced to drink several glasses

reddened, and

went on like this, she would definitely

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

on. Let’s have

“I’m a bit drunk

you are still sober. Come on. I’ll gulp down the whole glass. You

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

standing in

those people who liked drinking were

do. On such an occasion, it

she hated the feeling of omitting after getting

so depressed that she didn’t know what to do, the glass in her hand was grabbed by a hand with

to Florence, having the