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...”

take

heard her answer, his face became arctic

now even the room was reserved by him. It seemed Florence’s fiance

out his purse and pulled

out and checked in with my ID

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

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

she finished speaking, she felt the air was as freezing

minutes. If things

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

so overbearing and quite

she turned around

knew that he must be some important person whom she couldn’t

wait

that she would be

the choice she

the necessary information, she patted on her chest and handed Ernest’s ID and

to deliver them to

woman took them over and cast a glance. All of a

problem?” the

other woman was almost

“Ernest Hawkins! The CEO of Hawkins Group, god of all women in this country. His group

a bigwig. No wonder

I might be freaked

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

a daze while standing at the spot, her face

THAT Ernest

challenge his authority just now. Otherwise, besides she would be

Upstairs.

first time, he realized that ten minutes

Myron, he had an impulse -- he wanted Florence to know what she ought to do and what

his style to break in and watch her take a

his watch, his face looked even colder

an enchanting voice. A woman swayed