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 didn’t want to damage Ernest’s

“All right. I’ll take a taxi there. Mr.

the roadside after

at Florence in surprise, feeling so

taxi herself instead of

Mr. Hawkins’ cold words on the

might have happened

their relationship had become worse than

Florence get in the taxi, feeling

When bypassing Timothy, he bumped

Reynold, he felt an

a long time, had he? Even such a weak designer had the balls to lay a finger on

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

he looked down at

taxi deeply, his

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

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

from him. In the past few

was also because Ernest didn’t want to

Florence pressed her lips, feeling bitter in her heart.

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

“Florence, time for lunch.”

the desk and to

was still busy working. She raised her head and took a

said, “It seems that you’re extremely

casually, starting to

Reynold stood aside leisurely.

not, how can you

this period. Back then, although she was still serious about work, she couldn’t be so concentrated that she would forget the

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

of embarrassment flashing through her

smiled and made a lame excuse, “This subject

out anymore. He just echoed, “It’s difficult indeed. How about this? After lunch, let me take you to the documentation room. Let’s find some useful

“Okay,” Florence agreed, nodding.

helped her a lot and she had

walked to