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...”

not Mr. Myron, he couldn’t ask her to take the milk back. However, looking at such a perfect man, she couldn’t say anything to

her answer, his face became arctic

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

his purse

Mr. Myron out and checked

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

said apologetically, “Sir, I’m terribly sorry. To complete the process, I’m afraid Mr. Myron must

she felt the

and said unpleasantly, “In three minutes. If things can’t be done, ask your boss

he spoke, he tossed his ID and the bank card into

overbearing and

Unable to think, she turned around and trotted away

he looked so noble, so she knew that he must

dared she wait for

was afraid that she would

the choice she made this

information, she patted on her chest and

please help me to deliver them to the guest upstairs? His temperament was so strong. I’m almost freaked

other woman took them over and cast a glance.

wrong? Any problem?” the staff asked in

other woman

at the staff weirdly, “Ernest Hawkins! The CEO of Hawkins Group,

met such a bigwig. No wonder you said his temperament

I might be freaked out, I would

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

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

THAT

she didn’t challenge his authority just now. Otherwise, besides she would be fired, she might receive other

Upstairs.

impatiently. For the first time, he realized that ten

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

even colder than the night

Hawkins.” Suddenly, he heard an enchanting voice. A woman swayed over with a charming smile, walking towards him step