My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

In the car…

Reynold casually took a glance at Florence and asked, “There’s some time left before the office hours and we can have breakfast together. What would you like?”

Florence looked at him confusedly when she heard his words.

“Philus Hotel has sent me a breakfast. Don’t you know it?”

Florence had noticed that Reynold had a special relationship with Philus Hotel last night. It seemed like he was a regular guest of the hotel, hence he should know that the hotel would sent breakfast to its guest.

Reynold was a bit stunned, “They sent the breakfast to your room?”

“Yeah, they said this is included in the services for the presidential suit.”

Reynold asked, “They directly sent it to your room? Did you order the breakfast?”

“I didn’t.”

Reynold became more shocked. He was a playboy and often came to Philus Hotel. Not only did he have some relationships with the staff of the hotel, he was also a regular guest of it.

Therefore, he was clear about the rules and procedures of the hotel.

At least, when he lived in the presidential suit of this hotel before, they didn’t proactively send the breakfast to his room.

This was because Philus Hotel had an exclusive buffet, which was as large as a big restaurant. Generally, the guests of the hotel would come to the buffet to have meals and if they wanted the hotel to send food to their rooms, they had to go to the buffet to order food.

It was the first time to learn that Philus Hotel would send breakfast to its guest’s room.

“Mr. Myron, what’s the problem?”

Florence tilted her head and stared at Reynold. She felt more confused.

Just now in the hotel, she felt that the dishes offered were all her favorites and she was confused. And now, judging from Reynold’s reaction, apparently he didn’t know that the hotel would proactively send food to its guests.

Then what the hell were the two meals sent by the hotel?

Reynold had a slight change in his expressions. He hesitated for a while and then said, “Maybe this is a new service. I can experience it when I come to the hotel next time.”

“Really?”

voice was so low and it sounded like

new service.’ Why did she feel something wrong when she heard

I can

with a smile. His expressions had turned normal and it looked like he was talking about an

knew how

to the presidential suit. Even if this was a new service, the staff would ask the

directly sent the meal to her room without even inquiring

do such kind of

this –

his assumption was true, Ernest was the one who ordered the

that he had learned that Florence was living in Philus Hotel, why did he

had come to Philus Hotel last

and rich, it would cost a lot of money and effort to find out a person

things for Florence, he

shocked and touched. He began to doubt that Ernest seemed to have

But Florence…

at the woman beside her. With her face facing the window, she was frowning slightly. It looked like she

was laden with worries and anxiety, Reynold felt it pleasant to eyes. He felt

impulse to

his mind, he felt his heart throbbing and a gush of

were weird,

of light flashing across his eyes. It looked like

to

her

he was afraid that she would be soften-hearted. It would be

accompany Florence, but not with the identity as her friend. He would begin to

unprecedentedly anticipating. He felt like he was an adolescent

“Di… Di… Di…”

string of raspy honking of horns

into green light and many cars were congested behind his

impatiently honked

be distracted when he was driving