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.

public, she personally still didn’t

a taxi there. Mr.

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

at Florence in

expected that Florence would rather take a taxi herself instead of taking

words on the

that something important might have happened between Ms.

seemed that their relationship had become worse than

in the taxi,

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

Reynold, he felt an urge to beat

Even

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

down at what had

at the receding taxi deeply,

disappeared from his sight, he

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on a different floor from Ernest’s suite. It

hid from him. In the past few days, she seldom could

because Ernest didn’t want to see

feeling bitter in her heart. However,

now was to work hard. Other

“Florence, time for lunch.”

the

and took

Reynold said, “It seems that you’re extremely hardworking

casually, starting to put

Reynold stood aside leisurely.

not, how can you not know it’s

days before this period. Back then, although she was still serious about work,

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

trace of embarrassment flashing through

and made a lame excuse, “This subject

didn’t rat her out anymore. He just echoed, “It’s difficult indeed. How about this? After lunch, let me take you to

“Okay,” Florence agreed, nodding.

a lot and she had used

studio, Florence walked to the hotel restaurant