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...”

her to take the milk back. However, looking at such a perfect man, she couldn’t

heard her answer, his

now even the room was reserved by him. It seemed Florence’s fiance was nothing

Ernest took out his purse and

Mr. Myron out and

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

I’m terribly sorry. To complete

as she finished speaking, she felt the air

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

spoke, he tossed his ID

so overbearing

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

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

dared she wait for

that she would be

she made this

filling in the necessary information, she patted on her chest and handed Ernest’s ID and bank card to a coworker next to

deliver them to the guest upstairs? His temperament

glance. All of a sudden, she

wrong? Any problem?” the staff asked

woman was

CEO of Hawkins Group, god of all women in

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

Even if I might be

her lips. After looking at the mirror

was still in a daze while standing

THAT Ernest Hawkins!

now. Otherwise, besides she would be

Upstairs.

For the first time, he realized that ten minutes was

had known that this room was also reserved by that Mr. Myron, he had an impulse -- he wanted

it was not his style to break in and watch her take a

looked even colder

woman swayed over with a charming smile, walking towards him step by