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.

personally still

Florence said, “All right. I’ll take a taxi

they could speak, Florence walked straight to the roadside after finishing her words and hailed

Florence in surprise, feeling so

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

cold words on the phone just now. Timothy was

realized that something important might have happened

relationship had become worse than

Florence get 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

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

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

the French window of a room, a tall, strong, and

he looked down at what had happened at the hotel

receding taxi deeply, his eyes became more

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

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different floor from

him. In the past few days, she seldom could meet

perhaps it was also because Ernest didn’t want to see

the thought of the possibility, Florence pressed her lips, feeling bitter in her

she needed to do now was to work hard. Other

“Florence, time for lunch.”

around the

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

her deeply, Reynold said, “It seems

casually, starting to

Reynold stood aside leisurely.

can you not know it’s time for lunch

had been working with her a few days before this period. Back then, although she

in recent few days, it always happened to her. It seemed that she

of embarrassment

a lame excuse, “This subject is way too

difficult indeed. How about this? After lunch, let me take you to the documentation room. Let’s find some useful references for

“Okay,” Florence agreed, nodding.

had helped her a lot and

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