My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Stanford glanced through the room quickly, only to find that Florence didn’t want to take along a lot of things with her.

Only she knew why she wouldn’t take them with her.

Instead of asking, Stanford smiled. He took the initiative to take over the suitcase in Florence’s hands and then pulled it downstairs.

There was a luxurious car parking outside his villa quite long ago.

Collin was sitting in the car with both hands on the window. He waved at Florence when seeing her.

“Flory, I’ll fly you to Europe!”

Stanford glared at him disdainfully. “Shut up! It’s not your turn yet.”

Collin curled his lips. Stanford had gone too far. Without Collin, they probably hadn’t found Florence yet.

What Stanford was doing was to kick down the ladder.

However, Stanford didn’t feel guilty at all. He helped Florence sit in the passenger’s seat, far away from Collin.

Collin felt so upset. Obviously, Stanford was showing off that he had a younger sister, wasn’t he?

Florence didn’t care much about how those two men teased each other. She turned around and looked at the villa that was farther and farther away. She knew clearly that she had set off on the new journey.

After she left, probably she wouldn’t come back forever.

‘Farewell, City N,’ her inner voice said.

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In the CEO’s office, the Hawkins Group.

“Knock. Knock. Knock.”

Suddenly there were some knocks on the door of the quiet office.

Ernest was reading documents. Without raising his head, he said, “Enter.”

The glass door was open. Timothy walked into the office. He looked quite hesitant and uneasy.

Walking to the desk and stopped, he said gingerly, “Mr. Hawkins, I have something to report.”

two words without looking

After hesitating for a while, he seemed to finally pluck up his

Hawkins, Ms.

you want to tell me about her, you can get out now,” Ernest interrupted his unfinished words coldly. The

He had been working with Ernest for so many years. He knew it clearly that he would survive only if he shut

just called him in person, asking him to

dared not to

was going to say was

encouraged himself inwardly for a while.

I must finish my words -- Ms. Fraser’s flight will take off at two o’clock in

to City N, so

the regret in your whole life. Mr. Hawkins, I believe

didn’t have the guts to finish them

man behind the desk with a sense of guilt and panic, only to find Ernest

in his hands snapped into

in the office

thin lips parted slightly. In a frozen voice, he said, “If you

trembled, pressing

Ms. Fraser at this critical moment. Mr. Hawkins should act as soon as

go after Ms. Fraser, which disappointed Timothy

expressionlessly. Then he picked up another one and continued to sign on the

and turned pages fast, looking exactly the same as usual. He wasn’t influenced by Florence’s matter

finished passing Georgia’s message, he could only

quieted

of writing on the paper was

“Pat.”

down from the pen that was busy writing. The ink drop stained the signature, making

head, he

pen was a

away this pen. Accidentally, he

at the pen, his suppressed feelings surged again. Everything about Florence

pumping

for a long time

reading the documents in

just felt

the clock on the wall, it

in one

him away and distanced herself away from him again and again. No matter how much he had