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 didn’t want

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

Florence walked straight to the

Florence in surprise,

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

Mr. Hawkins’ cold words on the phone

that something important might have happened

their relationship had become worse than it

in the taxi,

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

he

Even such a weak designer had the

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

he looked down at what had happened at the

the receding taxi deeply, his eyes became

when the taxi disappeared from his

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moved into another suite. Although it was also a president suite, it was on a different floor from Ernest’s suite. It wouldn’t be so easy for them

him. In the past few days, she seldom could meet

also because Ernest didn’t want

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

work hard. Other things would be ended after they

“Florence, time for lunch.”

around the desk

was still busy working. She raised her head and took a glance, only

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

starting

Reynold stood aside leisurely.

not, how can you

working with her a few days before this period. Back then, although she was still serious about

happened to her. It seemed that she was trying to numb herself

of embarrassment flashing through

made a lame excuse, “This

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

“Okay,” Florence agreed, nodding.

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

of the studio, Florence walked to the hotel