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 up at

hands awkwardly. After hesitating for a while, he seemed to finally pluck up

Ms.

out now,” Ernest interrupted his unfinished words coldly. The

years. He knew it clearly that he would survive only if he shut

him in person, asking

to disobey her

say was

himself inwardly for

my words -- Ms. Fraser’s flight 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

N, so probably she

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

the guts to finish

Timothy glanced at the man behind the desk with a sense of guilt and panic, only to find

his hands

in the office

slightly. In a frozen voice, he said, “If you talk nonsense again, you’ll be so

pressing

he still wanted to ask if Ernest wanted to go after Ms. Fraser at this critical moment. Mr. Hawkins should act as soon as possible. Or, he would be so

that he would go after Ms. Fraser, which disappointed Timothy a

picked up another

smoothly and turned pages fast, looking exactly the same as usual. He wasn’t influenced

Georgia’s message, he could only

office quieted

writing on

“Pat.”

a light sound, a drop of black plopped down from the pen that was busy

Lowering his head, he saw the carved smiling face on the

was a gift from

they broke up, he had put away this pen. Accidentally, he used it again because the last pen

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

a pumping pain in

tightly, he was lost in thought for a long time as if the time

patience to finish reading the documents in front

felt

clock on the wall, it was almost

flight would take off in one and a

pushing him away