My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 205

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.

It was the biggest bar in Riverside City ... crowded and luxurious. Many men and women were having a great time there.

They had reserved an independent booth on the third floor, the top floor, from which they could see the lively dance floor downstairs. At the same time, they could have their own party without being interrupted.

The attendees included the design teams of Hawkins Group and also the team in Riverside City. There were more than twenty of them in total.

Hence, it was quite vivid in the booth.

They were in the same business and would be the business partners in the following days. Everyone was quite actively doing self-introductions. Soon they became familiar with each other.

Although Florence was lying down on the sofa for a whole afternoon, she couldn’t help thinking about Ernest. She didn’t have a good rest.

Right now, she didn’t look quite energetic. She just tried her best to hold on.

Since it was the first time for them to meet, proposing a toast had become the main way to greet each other.

The design team from Riverside City did the self-introductions first. Then they started to propose a toast with the team from Hawkins Group one after another.

Florence couldn’t drink much. Hence, she poured herself a glass of orange juice, aiming to drink it instead of the wine.

However, the man who was proposing a toast to her was not happy.

“Florence, you’ve come to a bar. You can’t drink orange juice. At least you should drink the cocktail. Come on. Take this. It’s not strong.”

The man was holding a blue cocktail and forcibly replaced the orange juice in Florence’s hand with it.

Florence felt a little migraine. “I’m not good at drinking. I can’t drink.”

“You can drink less, but you must drink alcohol,” the man insisted firmly.

Others beside them also echoed loudly. “Yeah! You can drink less. We should have fun!”

Along with the loud music around them, Florence had a migraine because of the noises.

She failed to refuse, so she held the cocktail helplessly. “I can take a sip.”

“Sure,” the man agreed immediately. Then he clinked the glass with hers.

After taking a sip, Florence thought it was over. However, another man came over to propose a toast.