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 damage

hesitation, Florence said, “All right. I’ll take a taxi there. Mr. Myron

the roadside

Florence in surprise, feeling so

taxi herself instead of taking Mr. Hawkins’

Hawkins’ cold words on the phone just now. Timothy

something important might have

that their relationship had become worse

Florence get in the taxi,

Then he walked back into the hotel. When bypassing Timothy, he bumped Timothy’s

backward. Looking at Reynold, he felt an urge

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

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

he looked down at what

at the receding taxi deeply, his eyes

the taxi disappeared from his

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different floor from Ernest’s

past few days, she seldom could meet Ernest

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

her lips, feeling bitter

hard. Other things would

“Florence, time for lunch.”

walked around the desk and to

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

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

casually, starting to put away

Reynold stood aside leisurely.

you not know it’s time

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

her. It seemed that

trace of embarrassment flashing

excuse, “This

How about this? After lunch, let me take you to the documentation room. Let’s

“Okay,” Florence agreed, nodding.

a lot and she had used to

of the studio, Florence walked