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.

she personally still didn’t want to

Florence said, “All right. I’ll take a taxi there. Mr. Myron and Timothy, please don’t

to the roadside after finishing her words and hailed a

looked at Florence in surprise, feeling

had never expected that Florence would rather take a taxi herself instead

on the phone just

important might have happened between Ms.

relationship had become worse than it was

watched Florence get in the

walked back into the hotel. When bypassing Timothy, he bumped Timothy’s shoulders as

backward. Looking at Reynold, he felt an urge

Even such a weak designer had the balls to lay a finger on

window of a room, a tall, strong, and elegant figure

window, he looked down at what had happened at

at the receding taxi deeply, his eyes

when the taxi disappeared from his sight, he finally drew back his gaze and turned

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a president suite, it was on a different floor from Ernest’s suite. It wouldn’t be so easy for them

hid from him. In the past

that perhaps it was also because Ernest

the possibility, Florence pressed her lips, feeling bitter in her heart. However, the next

was to work hard. Other things

“Florence, time for lunch.”

walked around the

She raised her head and took a glance, only to find that

said, “It

Florence said casually, starting to put away

Reynold stood aside leisurely.

not, how can you not know

although she was still serious about work, she

in recent few days, it always happened to her. It seemed that she was trying to numb herself

trace of embarrassment

made a lame excuse, “This subject is way too

this? After lunch, let me take you

“Okay,” Florence agreed, nodding.

a lot and she had used

the studio, Florence walked to the