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 and women were having

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

attendees included the design teams of Hawkins Group and also the team

was quite vivid

following days. Everyone was quite actively doing

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

look quite energetic. She just tried her best to hold

it was the first time for them to meet, proposing a toast had become the main way to greet each

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

much. Hence, she poured herself a glass of orange juice, aiming to drink it instead

man who was proposing a

At least

forcibly replaced the orange juice in

“I’m not good at drinking.

less, but you must drink alcohol,” the man

echoed loudly. “Yeah! You

loud music around them, Florence had a

failed to refuse, so she held the

immediately. Then

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

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

only clink her glass with the

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

was forced to drink several

face was reddened, and she felt

went on like this, she

persuade others to drink. Another man came over to Florence and handed her a glass

Let’s have

“I’m a bit drunk now. I won’t

sober. Come on. I’ll gulp down the whole glass. You can take

kept taking a sip and didn’t know how

in

who liked drinking were

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

the feeling of omitting after getting a hangover. It

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

sat down next to Florence, having the