My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

She was taking a shower with the heart jumped into her throat.

Outside the suit.

Ernest didn’t walk too far. He just stood at the door of the suite to wait for Florence.

She should be the only person who drove him out of the door and made him willing to wait.

All through his life, she was his exception and the only one.

Right then, a hotel staff walked carefully to the door with a glass of warm milk in her hands. Seeing the man standing at the door, her obsessive gazes were glued on him.

The light in the corridor was bright, shining on his handsome face. Every line on his face was so delicate and perfect.

He was just standing there casually without any pose, but he was far better looking than those A-listed international male models. His shape with perfect scales was slender and elegant, making all women in this world like the flying moths darted into the fire.

The hotel staff’s eyes were full of admiration.

Ernest frowned, disgust appearing in his eyebrows.

The staff was stiffened in fear. Immediately, she withdrew her gaze and said respectfully, “Mr. Myron, this is the warm milk you asked me to deliver here.”

She was s newcomer and had never served this room. Seeing the man waiting here deliberately, she mistook him as Mr. Myron who reserved the room and made the phone call.

As soon as Ernest heard the name “Mr. Myron”, a dangerous light flashed through his eyes.

Pressing his lips tightly, he snapped in a cold tone, “Take it back.”

The staff didn’t know why, but the man’s temperament was so aggressive, so she dared not to question him at all.

“Yes, Sir,” she answered, turned around, and was about to leave.

“Wait,” Ernest stopped her.

He asked in a cold tone, “Does Mr. Myron always come to this hotel and stay in this suit?”

The staff was confused, and then returned to her senses. She realized that the man in front of her wasn’t Mr. Myron.

She said politely, “Sir, the gentleman who reserved this room was Mr. Reynold Myron. He also called to deliver a glass of warm milk here. Well...”

was not Mr. Myron, he couldn’t ask her to take the milk back. However, looking at

heard her answer, his face became arctic

room was reserved by him. It seemed Florence’s fiance was nothing in his heart,

took out his purse and pulled out his ID and bank

ordered, “Check Mr. Myron out and checked in with my ID

temperament, almost knocking over the glass of milk

down and said apologetically, “Sir, I’m terribly sorry. To complete the process, I’m afraid Mr. Myron must

she felt the air was as freezing as

If things can’t be done, ask your boss to come to see

he tossed his ID and

so overbearing and

staff shivered. Unable to think, she turned

strong and he looked so noble, so she knew that

dared she wait

she would be

fact, the choice she made

necessary information, she patted on her chest and handed Ernest’s ID and bank card to a coworker next to

“Could you please help me to deliver them to the guest upstairs? His temperament was

took them over and cast a glance. All of a sudden,

the

woman was almost

“Ernest Hawkins! The CEO of Hawkins Group, god of all women in this country. His group even holds shares of

bigwig. No wonder you said

if I might be freaked out, I would like

purse and reapplied the makeup. Then she took out the lipstick and applied it to her lips. After looking at the mirror and made sure everything’s fine, she straightened

in a daze while standing at the spot,

He’s THAT Ernest Hawkins!

that she didn’t challenge his authority just now. Otherwise, besides she would be

Upstairs.

he realized

had known that this room was also reserved by that Mr. Myron, he had an impulse -- he wanted Florence to know

not his style to break in

watch, his face looked even colder than the

he heard an enchanting voice. A woman swayed over with a charming