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

as her identity was disclosed, and others would treat

could only accept it. She raised the goblet in her

they should be

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

was the host’s seat a few seats away from his current position, which

at the unwilling woman, Ernest pulled her aside and sat down on Florence’s

made Florence

casually, “I can sit here. It’s

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

was sitting next to Florence originally. Since Ernest took her seat, Reynold was sitting next to Ernest, who had separated Reynold and

man next to him, Reynold’s

a man, he clearly knew that

others, he said as a

who were standing sat down. Since everyone had interests in the gossips, their

at the three, the more

was sitting between Reynold and Florence, which

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

had been used to eating with Ernest, so she was quite relaxed. She also learned that Ernest was

only ate a few dishes that nobody touched. Once any of them was touched by

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

naturally, he picked up food from the dishes in

picked up food from each

Florence saw that Ernest put down his

worry. He didn’t eat much food just now. She could

indeed a neat

share dishes with

dinner tonight and ordered the Chinese dishes. It would be better for him to order western

Florence still picked up an

She meant

of him, Ernest

“You care about

sorry

words sounded