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.

a bit. However, facing the gentlemanly invitation from Reynold, she couldn’t

in agreement, she answered,

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

couldn’t help but getting complacent

that he was the ultimate winner -- he would attend

he could get along with Florence, the more confident Reynold was to kick

--

was indeed quite serious about this fashion

She put on neat and delicate makeup. She put on the newly bought evening dress and high heels, taking a small handbag. After everything was ready, she

Florence arrived at

attend this

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

while, feeling her soles sore. However, Reynold’s car still

the time and found that he was already late for

he still hadn’t come to pick her

Reynold was quite punctual. He would arrive earlier than the appointed time, so he would seldom be late, especially for such a big event as the fashion

and tried to

robotic voice tell her that the call couldn’t

been as his phone

him several times again, but none was

when she was looking

the reception of the fashion show must

Would she be late?

should do, a

was pressed down gradually. She saw

looked up and glanced over her deeply,

“Are you on the

see him here. She still nodded in

asked again, “Are you waiting

“Yeah.”

Florence nodded again.

wristwatch. He said flatly, “It’s getting late.

waiting for Reynold Myron. He’s going to the

name, his

to be calm. “It seemed that he wouldn’t

probably be here

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