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 say

in agreement, she answered,

and there seemed

couldn’t help but

that he was the ultimate winner -- he would

chances that he could get along with Florence, the more confident Reynold was

--

quite serious

on the newly bought evening dress and high heels, taking a small handbag. After everything was ready, she walked out of her room

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

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

an evening dress, so she had to

at the entrance for a long while, feeling her soles sore.

and found that he was already late for their

still hadn’t come to pick her

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

confused and tried to call him

heard a female robotic voice tell her that the

had been as his

up. Then she called him several times again, but

when she was

guessed that the reception of the fashion show must

Would she be late?

she should do, a familiar Lamborghini stopped in

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

her deeply, a trace of

asked casually, “Are you on the way to

see him here. She still

asked again, “Are you

“Yeah.”

Florence nodded again.

his hand and checked the time 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

name,

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

probably be here

hotel, but she didn’t see Reynold’s car