My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Timothy was afraid that Florence would go upstairs to fetch her luggage and move into Philus Hotel. He immediately opened the rear door open for her and showed her the way respectfully.

“Ms. Fraser, please get in the car.”

Florence was still confused. Her mind was so messy as a tangled thread ball, and she couldn’t tell what was going on exactly.

She still wondered what Ernest meant exactly.

Before she could figure it out, Reynold also said, “I’m going to Philus Hotel for checking out. I can drive you there, Florence.”

When they were talking, the hotel usher drove Reynold’s car to the entrance.

Looking at both cars in front of her, Florence was more puzzled. She felt like that she was forced to make a decision as soon as possible.

And now, the problem was not that if she should move out or not, but whose car she should get in.

“Let’s go, Florence,” Reynold added gently.

Looking at Reynold and Timothy, Florence was thinking. She had drawn a clear distinction with Ernest, so it would be better if she could cut ties with him as much as possible.

It also worked on Timothy.

Pressing her lips, Florence said, “Timothy, thank you. I can take Mr. Myron’s car.”

Reynold immediately smiled joyfully. He strode over and opened the door of the passenger seat, inviting Florence to get in.

Florence lowered her head and walked towards Reynold.

Right then, Timothy suddenly stood in front of Florence.

He slightly cast a glance at a room upstairs of the hotel with a long face.

Then he whispered, “Ms. Fraser, no matter what happened, you are still Mr. Hawkins’ nominal fiancée now. You should care about his dignity in public.”

That meant that when he and Reynold were offering a ride to her, Florence couldn’t ignore Timothy and get into Reynold’s car in public.

If someone saw what happened, there could be a scandal soon.

In the past, Florence always cooperated with Ernest. But now, because of being so cooperative with him, she felt that her relationship with Ernest was more and more out of control, which led to the things that had happened last night.

She wanted to dodge.

still didn’t want to damage

a taxi

the roadside after finishing her words and

looked at Florence in surprise, feeling so

a taxi herself instead of taking Mr. Hawkins’ car. She obviously distanced

on the

that something important might have

that their relationship had become worse than it

Florence get in the taxi,

at Timothy in anger. Then he walked back into the hotel. When bypassing Timothy, he bumped Timothy’s shoulders as if

he felt an urge to beat him

into a fight for such a long time, had he? Even such a weak designer

the hotel, next to the French window of a room, a tall, strong, and

at

the receding taxi deeply,

while, when the taxi disappeared from his sight, he finally drew

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different floor from Ernest’s suite. It wouldn’t be so easy for them to bump into

past few days, she seldom could meet Ernest

guessed that perhaps it was also because Ernest didn’t want

feeling bitter in her heart.

work hard. Other things would be ended after they returned to

“Florence, time for lunch.”

around the desk and to

and took a glance, only to find that other coworkers had

at her deeply, Reynold said, “It seems that

Florence said casually, starting to put

Reynold stood aside leisurely.

can you not know it’s time for

she was still serious about work, she couldn’t be so concentrated that she would forget

her. It seemed that she was trying to numb herself out

a trace of embarrassment flashing through

smiled and made a lame excuse, “This subject

about this? After lunch, let me take you to the documentation

“Okay,” Florence agreed, nodding.

had helped her a lot and she had used to

out of the studio, Florence walked to the hotel restaurant with Reynold