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 couldn’t say anything

Ernest heard her answer, his

flowers, and now even the room was reserved by him. It seemed Florence’s fiance was nothing in his

Ernest took out his purse and pulled out his

Myron out and checked in with my ID

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

her best to calm down and said apologetically, “Sir, I’m terribly sorry. To complete the process, I’m afraid Mr. Myron must be

she felt the air was

things can’t be done, ask your boss to come to

ID and the

so overbearing and

to think, she turned around

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

wait

was afraid that she would be fired in that

fact, the choice she made

chest and handed Ernest’s ID and bank card to a coworker next

them to the guest upstairs?

other woman took them over and cast a glance. All of a sudden, she

wrong? Any problem?” the

other woman was

CEO of Hawkins Group, god of all women in this country. His group even holds shares of our

such a bigwig. No wonder you said his temperament was too

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

she 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 fine, she straightened up her uniform. Then she walked into the elevator while walking

while standing at the spot, her face

THAT Ernest

authority just now. Otherwise, besides she would be fired, she

Upstairs.

For the first time, he realized that ten minutes was

also reserved by that Mr. Myron, he had an impulse --

style to break

even colder than the night wind outside the

swayed over