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...”

he couldn’t ask her to take

Ernest heard her answer, his face became arctic

and flowers, and now even the room was reserved by him.

out his purse and pulled out his ID and

“Check Mr. Myron out and checked in

shook because of being frightened by his temperament, almost

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

soon as she finished speaking, she felt the air was as freezing

minutes. If things can’t

he tossed his ID and the

so overbearing

she turned around and trotted away

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

dared she wait

would be fired

choice she made this time

patted on her chest and

help me to deliver them to

woman took them over and cast a glance.

wrong? Any problem?” the staff asked

other woman

looking at the staff weirdly, “Ernest Hawkins! The CEO of Hawkins Group, god of all women in this country. His group even holds shares

a bigwig. No wonder you

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

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

a daze while standing at the spot, her face pale

He’s THAT Ernest

so fortunate that she didn’t challenge his authority just now.

Upstairs.

time, he realized that ten minutes was quite a

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

not his style to break in and watch her take a

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

swayed over with