My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Depressed, she took the bags into her suit. Then she pulled out her cell phone and sent Reynold a WeChat message.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Myron. I forgot to ask how much those things cost. I’ll transfer the money to you.”

On the other side, when Reynold just reached the elevator, he heard the message tone.

He tabbed to unlock his phone and saw Florence’s message.

Reading the content, Reynold curled his lips up slightly, seemingly that he had understood something.

To chat with him, Florence had found such a natural excuse. It must have taken her much effort.

However, he never liked to flirt with a woman using the cell phone.

Hence, Reynold locked the phone screen, put it in the pocket of his trousers, and walked out of the elevator gracefully.

Florence hadn’t received his reply, so she thought Reynold was busy. She didn’t urge him though.

Anyway, they would have plenty of chances to meet in the next few days. She could ask him about it at any time.

Florence didn’t open the boxes of the skincare products. They were different from the brand that she usually used, but the effect would be almost the same if she just used them for a short period.

She was worried about the dress because the size did matter.

Florence took out the dress and tried it on.

It was a red dress, and its hemline reached her knee. The style was simple and graceful, which was a good design, fitting her very well.

The size was perfect.

Florence looked at the reflection of her shape that was perfectly represented by the dress. She couldn’t help but feel surprised. She wondered how Reynold chose the dress. How could he choose the right size?

It seemed that her coworkers didn’t know her size...

Florence was so puzzled. She wondered if Reynold was extremely lucky so he could get the one with the right size by simply picking one up.

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In the evening…

Together with Erica and others, Florence set off from the hotel, arriving at the bar where the gathering was.

biggest bar in Riverside City ... crowded and luxurious. Many men

floor, the top floor, from which they could see the lively dance floor downstairs. At the same time,

also the team in Riverside City. There were more than twenty

was quite vivid in the

same business and would be the business partners in the following days. Everyone was

the sofa for a whole afternoon, she couldn’t help thinking about Ernest. She didn’t have a good

She just tried her best to

them to meet, proposing a toast had become

did the self-introductions first. Then they started to propose a toast with the team

she poured herself a glass of orange juice, aiming to

a toast

can’t drink orange juice. At least you should drink

and forcibly replaced the orange juice

little migraine. “I’m not

you must drink alcohol,” the man insisted

“Yeah! You can

music around them, Florence had a migraine because of the

held the cocktail helplessly. “I can take

agreed immediately. Then

thought it was over. However,

same trick. “Florence, let’s

her glass with the man, taking a

them in total, people who came to propose a toast always came back and forth while drinking instead of

was forced to drink

her face was reddened, and

like this, she would definitely be

to persuade others to drink. Another man came over to Florence and handed her a glass

Let’s have a

her head right away. “I’m a bit drunk now. I won’t

you are drunk, but you are still sober. Come on. I’ll gulp down

kept taking a sip and didn’t know how much

wondered how many times the man standing in front of

felt that those people who liked

what she should do. On such an occasion, it

the feeling of omitting after getting a hangover. It

was so depressed that she didn’t know what to do, the glass in her hand was grabbed by a hand with

next to Florence, having the half-drunk cocktail grabbed