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 were

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 could have their own

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

quite vivid in

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

the sofa for a whole afternoon, she couldn’t help thinking about Ernest. She

look quite energetic. She just

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

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

a glass of orange juice, aiming to drink

man who was proposing a toast to her was not

least you should drink the cocktail. Come on. Take

blue cocktail and forcibly replaced

a little migraine. “I’m not good

drink less, but you must drink alcohol,”

also echoed loudly. “Yeah! You can drink less. We should have

music around them, Florence had a migraine because of the

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

man agreed immediately. Then he clinked the glass with

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

trick. “Florence,

could only clink her glass with the

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

forced to drink

her face was reddened, and she felt

went on like this, she would definitely

drink. Another man came over to Florence and handed her

on. Let’s have

away. “I’m a bit drunk now. I

“You said you are drunk, but you are still sober. Come on. I’ll gulp down the whole glass. You

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

wondered how many times the man standing in front of her had tricked her

that those people who liked drinking were quite

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

after getting

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

Florence, having the half-drunk cocktail grabbed from