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

I’ll take a taxi there. Mr. Myron and Timothy,

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

at Florence in surprise, feeling so

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

on the phone just now. Timothy was

important might have happened

had become worse than it

get in the taxi, feeling

When bypassing Timothy, he bumped

Reynold, he felt an urge to beat

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

French window of a room, a tall, strong, and elegant figure was standing there. It

at what had happened at the hotel

at the receding taxi deeply, his eyes became

disappeared from his sight, he finally

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different floor from Ernest’s suite. It wouldn’t be so easy for

the past

perhaps it was also because Ernest

feeling bitter in

Other things would be ended after they returned to City

“Florence, time for lunch.”

the desk

She raised her head and took a glance, only to find that other coworkers had

“It seems that

Florence said casually, starting

Reynold stood aside leisurely.

“If not, how can you not know it’s

few days before this period. Back then, although she was still serious about work, she couldn’t be so concentrated that she would

it always happened to her. It seemed that she was trying to numb

of embarrassment

a lame excuse, “This subject

After lunch, let me take you to

“Okay,” Florence agreed, nodding.

had helped her a lot and she had used to

of the studio, Florence walked to