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...”

Mr. Myron, he couldn’t ask her to take the milk back. However, looking at such a perfect man, she couldn’t say anything

her answer, his

man gave her the dresses and flowers, and now even the room was reserved by him. It seemed Florence’s

his purse and

Mr. Myron out and checked in with my ID

of being frightened by his temperament, almost knocking over the glass of milk

“Sir, I’m terribly sorry. To complete the

she felt the air was as

sharp eyebrows and said unpleasantly, “In three minutes. If things can’t be done, ask your boss to come to

tossed his ID

was so overbearing and

Unable to think, she turned around

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

dared she wait for

would be fired

she made this

and handed Ernest’s ID and bank card to a coworker

fear, “Could you please help me to deliver them to the

over and cast a glance. All of a sudden, she gaped. “Ernest...

wrong? Any problem?” the staff asked in

woman was

The CEO of Hawkins Group, god of all women in this country. His

bigwig. No wonder you said his temperament was

upstairs and deliver them to him. Even if I might be freaked out, I would like to see my god’s

Then she took out the lipstick and applied it to her lips. After looking at the mirror and made

daze while standing at

THAT Ernest

now. Otherwise, besides she would be fired,

Upstairs.

the first time, he realized that ten minutes

known that this room 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

his style to break in and watch her

even colder

woman swayed over with a charming smile, walking towards him step by