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

After hesitating for a while, he seemed to finally pluck

Ms.

can get out now,” Ernest interrupted his unfinished words coldly. The pressure in the office

stiffed. Obviously, he could feel a chill rising from his soles. He had been working with Ernest for so many years. He knew it clearly that he would survive only if he

Hawkins just called him in person, asking him

not to disobey

he believed what he was going to say was

himself inwardly for a while.

Mr. Hawkins. I must finish my words -- Ms. Fraser’s flight will take off at two o’clock in the afternoon. She’s leaving in a few hours.

City N, so probably she would never

It’ll be the regret in your whole life. Mr. Hawkins, I believe you still should fight for it,”

he didn’t have the guts

his words, Timothy glanced at the man behind the desk with a sense of guilt and panic, only to find Ernest creased his good-looking brows slightly. He looked

in his hands snapped

the office

In a frozen voice, he said,

trembled, pressing

to go after Ms. Fraser at this critical moment. Mr. Hawkins should act as soon as possible. Or, he

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

expressionlessly. Then he picked up another

looking exactly the same as usual. He wasn’t influenced by Florence’s matter at

he could only leave the office

quieted down

sound of writing on

“Pat.”

a light sound, a drop of black plopped down from the pen that was busy writing. The ink

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

a gift

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

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

had a pumping pain in his

lost in thought for a long time as if the time had

patience to finish reading the documents in front of him

just felt annoyed and

the clock on the wall, it was almost half-past

would take off in one and a

kept pushing him away and