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...”

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

answer,

room was reserved

purse and pulled out his ID

out and checked in with

staff’s hand shook because of being frightened by his temperament, almost knocking over the

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

felt the air was as

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

his ID and the bank card into

so overbearing and

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

looked so noble, so she knew that he must be some important person whom she couldn’t afford to

she wait for three

that she would be fired

fact, the choice she made

chest and handed Ernest’s

you please help me to deliver them to the guest upstairs? His temperament was so strong.

them over and cast a glance. All of

the staff asked in

woman was

The CEO of Hawkins Group, god of all women in this country. His

even met such a bigwig. No

him. Even if I might be

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

staff was still in a daze while standing

THAT Ernest Hawkins!

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

Upstairs.

he

this room was also reserved by that Mr. Myron, he had an impulse -- he wanted Florence to know what she ought to do

to break in

stared at his watch, his face looked even

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