My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

He asked in a cold tone, “Why? Mr. Myron, don’t you agree to my toast?”

Nobody had the guts to refuse Ernest’s toast.

Moreover, it was on such an occasion. If Reynold refused it, it would be confirmed that he had bad intentions for Florence.

In that case, things would get worse.

Reynold returned to his senses, his eyes meeting Ernest’s sharp and threatening gaze, which contained a man's possessiveness towards his possessions and hostility towards his rival in love.

He realized that as a sensitive man, Ernest had already treated him as a rival in love.

However, Reynold hadn’t done any practical tactics to Florence so far. He felt a bit wronged as well as reluctant.

After all, he had been maintaining his network for many years. Immediately, he adjusted his mood, a trace of a smile appeared on his handsome face.

“I’m just too shocked. I didn’t know that Florence would be your fiancee, Mr. Hawkins,” Reynold explained, looking over at Florence with a silent complaint.

Under his gaze, Florence felt quite uneasy and a sense of guilt. Although nothing was going on between Reynold and her, at the very beginning, she still made Reynold misunderstand. They almost had a one-night-stand.

At the thought of it, Florence felt a bit embarrassed at this moment.

Putting on a wry smile, she explained with a blushed face, “I just came for a business trip, so I don’t want to be treated specially because I’m Mr. Hawkins’s fiancee. Hence, I didn’t tell anyone. I hope you... you guys could understand.”

Reynold stared at Florence with his sharp eyes. Noticing that she was awkward and uneasy and looking away from time to time, he found something unusual.

It seemed that she felt quite uneasy when standing next to Mr. Hawkins.

Also, she wasn’t so happy about being Mr. Hawkins’ fiancee.

Reynold was quite experienced in love, so he knew quite well about the thing between men and women. Looking at Florence now, he could tell that her relationship with Ernest wasn’t so kind as it seemed.

Something was wrong between them.

The team members in Riverside City were all smart. Shortly they returned to their senses and started proposing a toast to Florence with smiles.

“We certainly don’t mind. It’s your right to inform us or keep it secret, Ms. Fraser. But now we’ve known it. Congratulations, Ms. Fraser, for having such an excellent fiance.”

had

known that her status would raise as soon as her identity was disclosed, and others would treat her especially because of

it. She raised the goblet

the toast, they should

an employee of Hawkins Group, so she was quite enthusiastic to the CEO

the direction where she was pointing, there was the host’s seat a few seats away from his current

Ernest pulled her aside and sat down on Florence’s

Florence

“I can

in a daze. It was her seat. Ernest snatched her seat openly. She wondered if

sitting next to Florence originally. Since Ernest took her seat, Reynold was sitting

next to him, Reynold’s mouth corners couldn’t help

a man, he clearly knew that Ernest was deliberately displaying

calm. Casting a glance of others,

gossips, their gazes swept among Ernest, Florence, and Reynold from time to

more they looked at the three, the more they felt that the atmosphere

Ernest was sitting between Reynold and

superior, nobody dared to provoke him. Everyone behaved when having dinner, and they even lowered their

used to eating with Ernest, so she was quite relaxed. She also learned that Ernest was a neat freak. When

Ernest only ate a few dishes that nobody touched. Once any of them was touched by others, he would stop eating

sitting at the same table seemed to know it as well, so nobody dared to spin the rotary dining table again. They all

and naturally, he picked

food from

that Ernest put down his chopsticks elegantly

at Ernest in worry. He didn’t eat much food just now. She could tell that he didn’t

he was indeed a

wouldn’t share dishes

organize such a dinner tonight and ordered the Chinese dishes. It would be better for him to order western food, wouldn’t

about him inwardly, Florence still picked up an orange from the table, peeled it, and handed it to

She meant to stop him from

Ernest pressed his lips, curling

whispered, “You

felt sorry for him

sounded