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

her answer, his

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

his purse and pulled out his

Mr. Myron out and

of being frightened by his temperament,

terribly sorry. To complete the process, I’m afraid Mr. Myron must

speaking, she felt the air was as freezing as

things can’t

his ID and

overbearing and quite

think, she turned around and trotted away by

so noble, so she knew that he must be some important person whom she couldn’t afford

she wait for three

she would be fired in

the choice she made this

necessary information, she patted on her chest and handed Ernest’s ID and bank

help me to deliver them to

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

problem?” the staff asked in

other woman

the staff weirdly, “Ernest Hawkins! The CEO of Hawkins Group, god of all women in this country.

bigwig. No wonder you said his temperament was

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

immediately opened her 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

in a daze while standing at the spot,

He’s THAT Ernest Hawkins!

authority just now.

Upstairs.

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

that Mr. Myron, he had an impulse -- he wanted Florence to

not his style to break in and watch her take a

watch, his face looked even colder than the night wind outside the

an enchanting voice. A woman swayed over with a charming smile, walking towards him