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...”

to take the milk back. However, looking

Ernest heard her answer, his face

the room was reserved by him.

purse and pulled

Mr. Myron out and checked in with my

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

sorry. To complete the process, I’m afraid

felt

three minutes. If things can’t be done, ask your boss to come

ID

overbearing

staff shivered. Unable to think, she turned

and he looked so noble, so she knew that he

she wait for

would be fired

fact, the choice she

filling in the necessary information, she patted on her chest and handed

help me to deliver them to the

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

Any problem?” the

other woman

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

even met such a bigwig. No wonder you

upstairs and deliver them to him. Even if I might

to her lips. After looking at the mirror and made sure everything’s fine, she straightened up her uniform. Then she walked

staff was still in a daze while standing at the spot, her

Hawkins... He’s THAT Ernest Hawkins!

challenge his authority just now. Otherwise, besides she would be fired, she

Upstairs.

wristwatch impatiently. For the first time, he realized that ten minutes was

Mr. Myron, he had an impulse -- he wanted Florence to know what she ought to do and what she

style to break in and watch

stared at his watch, his face looked even

he heard an enchanting voice. A woman swayed