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?”

it

a new service.’ Why did she feel something wrong when she heard this sentence?

you still doubt it, I can call the hotel and

with a smile. His expressions had turned normal and it looked like he

how astonished he was at

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

to Florence, they directly sent the meal to her

not do such

possibility for this – the meals were ordered

true, Ernest was the one who ordered the

and Reynold guessed that Ernest must have sent his men to find her. Now that he had learned that Florence was living in Philus Hotel, why did he secretly order food for Florence? Why didn’t he

it be that Ernest had come to

would cost a lot of money and effort to find out

if he had done many things for Florence, he

touched. He began to doubt that Ernest seemed to have some special feelings towards Florence and

But Florence…

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

and anxiety, Reynold

an impulse to smooth her

thought surged in his mind, he felt his heart throbbing and a gush of

were weird, but he felt

stared at Florence with a trace of light flashing across his eyes. It looked like he wanted to snatch this girl because he seemed to

to

the truth from her

want Florence to learn about what Ernest had done for her because he was afraid that she would be soften-hearted. It would be better if this matter would enlarge the emotional gap between Florence

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

he was an adolescent boy who

“Di… Di… Di…”

string of raspy honking of horns

light had turned into green light and many cars were congested behind his car, forming a long

impatiently honked their

could he be distracted when he was driving the car?