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

take a taxi there. Mr. Myron and Timothy,

speak, Florence walked straight to the

in surprise, feeling so

rather take a taxi herself instead of taking Mr.

cold words on the phone just now.

might have happened between

become worse than it was last

in the taxi, feeling

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

bumped backward. Looking at Reynold, he felt an urge to beat

he? Even such a weak designer had the

window of a room, a tall, strong, and elegant figure was standing there. It was

down at what had happened at

taxi deeply, his eyes

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 to bump into each other in that

the past few days, she seldom

also because Ernest didn’t

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

Other things would be ended after

“Florence, time for lunch.”

around the desk and

still busy working. She raised her head and took a glance, only to find that other

Reynold said, “It seems that you’re extremely

said casually, starting to put away

Reynold stood aside leisurely.

not, how can you not

with her a few days before this period. Back then, although she was still

her. It seemed

a trace of embarrassment flashing

lame excuse,

this? After lunch, let me take you to

“Okay,” Florence agreed, nodding.

Reynold had helped her a lot

Florence walked to the hotel restaurant