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...”

Myron, he couldn’t ask her to take the

her answer, his

room was reserved by him. It seemed

took out his purse and pulled out his

ordered, “Check Mr. Myron out and

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

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

as she finished speaking, she felt the air was

said unpleasantly, “In three minutes. If things

he tossed his ID and the

overbearing and

shivered. Unable to think, she turned

she knew that he must

dared she wait for three

would be fired in that

fact, the choice she made

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

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

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

Any problem?” the staff

woman was

Group,

smoke! You even met such a bigwig. No wonder you

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

lips. After looking at the mirror and made sure everything’s fine,

daze while standing at the spot, her

Hawkins... He’s THAT Ernest

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

Upstairs.

his wristwatch impatiently. For the first time, he realized

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

break in and watch her take

face looked even colder than

enchanting voice. A woman swayed over with a