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.

still

a taxi

to the

at Florence in surprise,

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

Mr. Hawkins’ cold words on the

important might have happened between

relationship had become

watched Florence get in

glared at Timothy in anger. Then he walked back into the hotel. When bypassing Timothy,

was bumped backward. Looking at Reynold, he felt an urge to beat him

got into a fight for such a long time, had he? Even such a weak

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

at what had happened

the receding taxi deeply,

when the taxi disappeared from his

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into another suite. Although it was also a president suite, it was on a different floor from

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

because Ernest didn’t want to

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

to work hard. Other things would be ended

“Florence, time for lunch.”

around the desk and

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

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

I?” Florence said casually, starting to put away

Reynold stood aside leisurely.

how can you not know

then, although she was still serious about work, she couldn’t be so

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

stiffed, a trace of embarrassment flashing through her

excuse, “This subject is way

this? After lunch, let me

“Okay,” Florence agreed, nodding.

a lot and she had

walked to the hotel