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.

the biggest bar in Riverside City ... crowded and luxurious. Many men and women

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

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

quite vivid in the

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

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

quite energetic. She just

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

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

poured herself a glass of orange juice, aiming to drink

man who was proposing a toast to

At least you should drink the

cocktail and forcibly replaced the orange juice

migraine. “I’m not good at

less, but you must drink alcohol,” the

echoed loudly. “Yeah! You can drink less.

the loud music around them, Florence

failed to refuse, so she held the cocktail helplessly.

agreed immediately. Then he clinked the glass with

sip, Florence thought it was over.

the same trick. “Florence,

could only clink her glass with the man,

toast always came back and forth while drinking instead of just doing

forced to drink several glasses

her face was reddened, and she felt

like this, she would definitely be

Another man

on. Let’s

dare to drink more. She shook her head right away. “I’m a bit drunk now. I won’t drink anymore. Please

drunk, but you are still sober. Come

a trick, she kept taking a sip and

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

who

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

after getting

to do, the glass in her hand was grabbed by

having the half-drunk