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 sounded like

something wrong when

still doubt it, I can call the hotel and ask them

normal and it looked like he was talking

he himself knew how astonished he was at the

abruptly provide such a meal delivery service to the presidential suit. Even if this was a new service, the staff would ask the guest about his/her

they directly sent the meal to her room without even inquiring

would not do such kind

another possibility for this – the meals were ordered

assumption was true, Ernest was the

sent his men to find her. Now that he had learned that Florence was living in Philus Hotel, why did he

be that Ernest had

of money and effort to find out a person in Riverside City, a place where he was not familiar with. But he did

many things for

seemed to have some

But Florence…

her. With her face facing the window, she

and anxiety, Reynold felt it

an impulse to smooth her furrowed

felt his heart throbbing and a

weird, but he

trace of light flashing across his eyes. It looked like he wanted to snatch this girl because he seemed

wanted to be

from her

he didn’t 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

the identity as her friend. He would begin

felt like he was an adolescent boy who was falling

“Di… Di… Di…”

honking of horns

came to his own senses. The red light had turned into green light and

owners impatiently

when he was driving the car? Florence suddenly felt worried about