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 luxurious.

booth on the third floor, the top floor, from which they could see the lively dance floor downstairs. At

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

quite vivid in the

in the following days. Everyone was

for a whole afternoon, she couldn’t help

She just tried her

meet, proposing a toast had become the main way to greet each

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

poured herself a glass of orange juice, aiming to drink

who was proposing a toast to her was not

juice. At least you should drink

holding a blue cocktail and forcibly replaced

“I’m not good at drinking.

but you must drink alcohol,” the man insisted

loudly. “Yeah! You can drink less. We should

Florence

to refuse, so she held the cocktail helplessly.

agreed immediately. Then he clinked the glass with

it was over. However,

trick. “Florence, let’s have a

her glass with the man,

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

drink

was reddened, and

this, she would

to persuade others to drink. Another man came over

Let’s have

She shook her head right away. “I’m a

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

was so speechless. Under such a trick, she kept taking a

standing in front

felt that those people who

rubbed the temples 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,

feeling of omitting after getting a hangover. It was

the glass in her hand was grabbed by a

down next to Florence, having the half-drunk cocktail grabbed from