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...”

wanted to say that since he was not Mr. Myron, he couldn’t ask her to take the milk back. However, looking at such a

heard her answer, his face became

and now even the room was reserved by him. It seemed Florence’s fiance was nothing in

out his purse and pulled out his ID and bank

Mr. Myron out and

by his temperament, almost knocking over the glass of

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

as she finished speaking, she felt the

raised his sharp eyebrows and said unpleasantly, “In three minutes. If things can’t be

he tossed his ID and the

overbearing and quite

Unable to think, she turned around and trotted away by

strong and he looked so noble, so she knew that he must be some important person

she wait for three

would be fired in that

she made this time was

her chest and handed Ernest’s

help me to deliver them to the guest upstairs? His

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

the staff asked

other woman was

Hawkins Group, god of

No wonder you said his temperament

and deliver them to him. Even if I might be freaked out, I would like to

and applied it to her lips. After looking at the mirror

while standing at the spot, her face

THAT

didn’t challenge his authority just now. Otherwise,

Upstairs.

wristwatch impatiently. For the first time, he realized that

was also reserved by that Mr. Myron, he had an impulse -- he wanted Florence to know what she ought to do and what she ought not

to break in and watch

his face looked even colder than the night

Suddenly, he heard an enchanting voice. A woman swayed over with a charming smile, walking towards