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.”

Florence had been

would raise as soon as her identity

it. She raised the goblet in

they should be

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

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

woman, Ernest pulled her aside and sat

he made Florence sit next

casually, “I can sit here. It’s

daze. It was her seat. Ernest snatched her seat

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

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

man, he clearly knew that Ernest was deliberately displaying his

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

interests in the gossips, their gazes swept among Ernest, Florence, and

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

was sitting between Reynold and

him. Everyone behaved when having dinner, and they even lowered their voices when chatting, afraid

She also learned that Ernest was a neat freak. When having Chinese dishes, everyone would

Once any of them was touched by others, he would stop eating

dared to spin the rotary dining table again. They all started to

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

up food

Ernest put down his chopsticks elegantly and

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

indeed

seemed that he wouldn’t share dishes with others except for

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

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

some fruits please.” She meant to stop

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

and whispered, “You

blushed. She just felt sorry

sounded