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.”

they addressed Florence had

raise as soon as her identity was disclosed,

it. She raised the goblet in her hand with

they

Hawkins Group, so she was quite enthusiastic to the CEO of her company. Immediately, she invited

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

glance at the unwilling woman, Ernest pulled her aside and sat down on

made Florence sit

“I can sit here.

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

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

tall, strong, and solemn man next to him, Reynold’s mouth corners couldn’t help

clearly knew that Ernest was deliberately displaying

looked quite calm. Casting a glance of others,

standing sat down. Since everyone had interests in the gossips, their gazes swept among Ernest,

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

sitting between Reynold and Florence, which

having dinner, and

so she was quite relaxed. She also learned that Ernest was a neat freak. When having Chinese dishes, everyone would pick food

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

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

as if he didn’t understand anything. Casually and naturally, he picked up food

picked up food

Florence saw that Ernest put down his chopsticks elegantly and stopped

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

was indeed

wouldn’t share dishes with

why he had to organize such a dinner tonight and ordered the Chinese dishes. It would be better for him to

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

fruits please.” She meant to stop him from being

in front of him, Ernest pressed

whispered, “You care about

just felt sorry for him and that

sounded