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.”

way they addressed Florence had been changed to Ms. Fraser

that her status would raise as soon as her identity was disclosed,

She raised the goblet in her

the toast, they should

of Hawkins Group, so she was quite enthusiastic to the CEO of her company. Immediately, she invited Ernest respectfully, “Mr. Hawkins, please seat

seat a few seats away from his current position, which

Ernest pulled her aside

he made Florence sit

answered casually, “I can

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

seat, Reynold was sitting next to Ernest, who had

next to him, Reynold’s mouth corners

he clearly knew that Ernest was

Casting a glance of others, he said as a king, “Please be

interests in the gossips, their gazes

the three, the more

Reynold and Florence, which implicated more

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

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

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

as well, so nobody dared to spin the rotary dining table again. They all

anything. Casually and naturally, he picked up

food from each

Ernest put down his chopsticks elegantly and

worry. He didn’t eat much food just

was indeed a

seemed that he wouldn’t share dishes with others

and ordered the Chinese dishes. It would be better for him

bitching about him inwardly, Florence still picked up an orange from the table, peeled

please.” She meant to stop him from being

at her hand reaching in front of him, Ernest pressed his lips, curling

whispered, “You

sorry for

words sounded