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 was not Mr. Myron, he couldn’t ask her to take the milk back. However, looking

answer,

dresses and flowers, and now even the room was reserved by

out his purse and pulled out his

and checked in

frightened by his temperament, almost knocking over

calm down and said apologetically, “Sir, I’m terribly sorry. To

she felt the

sharp eyebrows and said unpleasantly, “In three minutes. If things can’t be

tossed his ID and the bank card into the

overbearing and

staff shivered. Unable to think, she turned around and trotted away by

noble, so she knew

wait

was afraid that she would be fired

fact, the choice she made this

and handed Ernest’s ID and bank

you please help me to deliver them to the guest upstairs? His temperament

over and cast a glance. All of a sudden, she

Any problem?” the staff asked

woman was

of Hawkins Group,

You even met such a bigwig. No wonder you said his temperament

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

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

in a daze while standing at the spot, her face pale

Hawkins... He’s THAT

didn’t challenge his authority just now. Otherwise,

Upstairs.

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

an impulse -- he wanted Florence to know what she ought

not his style to break in and watch her take a

his face looked even colder than the night wind

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