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.

facing the gentlemanly invitation

in agreement, she answered,

suddenly felt quite relaxed, and there seemed to be

but getting

Florence, but so what? Reynold believed that he was the ultimate winner -- he would attend the fashion show with Florence in person as her

could get along with Florence, the more confident Reynold was to kick Ernest away from

--

was indeed quite serious about this

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

time appointed with Reynold, Florence arrived at the entrance of

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

high-heels. Besides, she was in an evening dress, so she had to stand upright. Shortly, she felt

entrance for a long while, feeling her soles sore. However, Reynold’s car still hadn’t

and found that he

why he still hadn’t come to pick

would arrive earlier than the appointed time, so he would seldom be late,

confused and tried to

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

had been as his phone

she called him several times again, but none

minutes had passed when she

the reception of the fashion show must have

Would she be late?

wondering what she should do, a familiar Lamborghini stopped

gradually. She saw Ernest’s breath-taking

up and glanced over her deeply, a trace of

“Are you on the way

bit surprised to see him here.

asked again, “Are you

“Yeah.”

Florence nodded again.

on his wristwatch. He said flatly,

Myron. He’s going to the fashion

Reynold’s name, his eyes

to be calm. “It seemed that

probably be here

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