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 Ernest’s

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

straight to the roadside after finishing her words and hailed

at Florence in surprise,

that Florence would rather take a taxi herself instead of taking Mr. Hawkins’ car. She obviously distanced herself from

on the phone just now. Timothy

something important might have happened between Ms.

that their relationship had become worse than it

get in the

he walked back into the hotel. When bypassing Timothy, he bumped Timothy’s shoulders as if

at Reynold, he felt an urge to beat him

had he? Even such a weak designer had

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

he looked down at what had happened at the

taxi deeply, his

the taxi disappeared from his sight, he

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Although it was also a president suite, it was on a different floor from Ernest’s suite. It wouldn’t be

hid from him. In the past few days, she

was also because Ernest didn’t want to see

feeling bitter in her

to work hard. Other things would

“Florence, time for lunch.”

walked around the

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

Reynold said, “It seems that

I?” Florence said casually, starting to put away the

Reynold stood aside leisurely.

you not know it’s time for lunch

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

It seemed

trace of embarrassment flashing

made a lame excuse, “This subject is way

difficult indeed. How about this? After lunch, let me take you to

“Okay,” Florence agreed, nodding.

these days, Reynold had helped her a lot and she had used

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