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

take a taxi there. Mr. Myron and Timothy,

the roadside

at Florence in surprise, feeling so

had never expected that Florence would rather take a taxi herself instead of taking Mr. Hawkins’ car. She obviously distanced

recalled Mr. Hawkins’ cold words on the phone

might have happened between

had become

get in

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

was bumped backward. Looking at Reynold, he

a long time, had he? Even such a weak designer had

French window of a room, a tall, strong, and elegant figure was standing

the window, he looked down at

at the receding taxi deeply, his eyes became more

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

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it was also 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 the past few

because Ernest didn’t want

her lips, feeling bitter in her heart. However, the next

hard. Other things would be ended after they

“Florence, time for lunch.”

around the desk and to

head and took a glance, only to find

at her deeply, Reynold said, “It seems that you’re

starting to

Reynold stood aside leisurely.

said jokingly, “If not, how can you not

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

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

a trace of embarrassment flashing

a lame excuse, “This subject is

just echoed, “It’s difficult indeed. How about this? After lunch, let me

“Okay,” Florence agreed, nodding.

a lot

walked to the hotel restaurant with Reynold