My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Since it was Reynold who accompanied her to enter the store, Florence politely walked to him and showed him the dress.

“Mr. Myron, what do you think?”

Reynold was sitting on the sofa, waiting for her. Seeing her coming over, he stood up politely. However, when he looked at her, he suddenly paused his action.

This was the first time he saw Florence dress up.

She looked gorgeous but low-key, neat, and pretty. Her innocence made her like a genie appearing in the human crowd. She looked so beautiful that his breath was even taken away.

Reynold could hear his heartbeat so clearly.

He had seen a lot of beautiful and enchanting women, but Florence was the only one that made him unable to tear off his gaze on her.

His lips parted, uttering a few words gently, “You look gorgeous.”

His straightforward compliment made Florence blushes slightly.

In embarrassment, she dodged from his gaze. “I’ll take this one. Let me take it off.”

As she spoke, Florence was about to go back to the fitting room. However, Reynold suddenly stood up, pulling her wrist.

Feeling the strange warmth from the man’s palm, Florence was taken aback and uneasy slightly.

Reynold was also stunned for a moment. Florence was way too beautiful while standing in front of him. By instinct, he didn’t want her to leave.

However, he just grabbed her so suddenly, which was indeed a bit embarrassing.

Reynold couldn’t help being annoyed at himself. He used to be quite playful, always fooling around with different beauties. However, in Florence’s presence, he acted so recklessly as a teenager.

He immediately released his grip on her and smiled away the awkwardness between them.

He said, “I’m also going to the fashion show tomorrow. Shall we go there together?”

He stared at her calmly, like an elegant gentleman.

If Florence agreed, that meant she would be his date tomorrow.

Before knowing Ernest, Florence was from a mid-class family, so she had rarely attended such high-end occasions before. After knowing him, she had attended a few such occasions, in which she was always Ernest’s date.

It would be the first time for her to be another man’s date.

hesitated a bit. However, facing the gentlemanly invitation from Reynold,

agreement, she answered,

nervous, suddenly felt quite relaxed, and there seemed to be firework in

but getting complacent

he was the ultimate winner -- he

with Florence, the more confident Reynold was

--

serious about this fashion

second day, she got up early and started to dress up. She put on neat and delicate makeup. She put on the newly bought evening dress and high heels,

the time appointed with Reynold, Florence arrived at the entrance of the hotel,

to attend this fashion show, so Florence didn’t want

was quite tiring to wear the high-heels. Besides, she was in an evening dress, so she had to stand upright. Shortly,

was standing at the entrance for a long while, feeling her soles sore. However, Reynold’s

the time and found that he was already late for

he still hadn’t come to pick her up

quite punctual. He would arrive earlier than the appointed time, so he would seldom be late, especially for such

tried to call

robotic voice tell her that the call couldn’t be connected and she should try it

where Reynold had been as his phone was

called him several times again, but none

passed when she was looking

guessed that the reception of the fashion show must have

Would she be late?

was wondering what she should do, a familiar

rear window was pressed down gradually. She saw Ernest’s breath-taking handsome

and glanced over her deeply, a trace of satisfaction flashing

asked casually, “Are you on the way

surprised to see him here.

asked again, “Are you waiting

“Yeah.”

Florence nodded again.

on his wristwatch. He said flatly, “It’s getting late. I can drive you

and explained, “I’m waiting for Reynold Myron. He’s going to the fashion

Reynold’s name, his eyes

calm. “It seemed that he wouldn’t show up

probably be

at the streets outside the hotel, but she didn’t see Reynold’s car at all. After