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.”

without looking up at

while, he seemed to finally pluck up his courage

Hawkins, Ms.

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

with Ernest for so many years. He

in person,

to disobey

was going to say was

himself inwardly for a

will take off at two o’clock in the afternoon. She’s leaving in a few hours. After she’s left, we don’t know when she

to City N, so probably she would never come back

be the regret in your whole life. Mr. Hawkins, I believe you still should fight for it,” Timothy nerved himself and

have the guts to

of guilt and panic, only to find

in his hands snapped

pressure in the office kept

he said, “If you talk nonsense again,

trembled, pressing

ask if Ernest wanted to go after Ms. Fraser at this critical

he would go after Ms. Fraser, which

he picked up another one and continued

same as usual. He wasn’t

passing Georgia’s message, he could only

quieted

the sound of writing on the paper was

“Pat.”

of black plopped down from the pen that was busy writing. The ink

Lowering his head, he saw the carved smiling

was a gift from

away this pen. Accidentally, he used it again because

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

pumping pain in his

in thought for a

to finish reading the documents in front

just felt annoyed

the clock on the wall, it was almost

take off in one and a half

much he wanted to ask her to stay. However, he had tried several times, but she kept pushing him away and distanced herself away from him again and again. No matter how much he had tried, he couldn’t make