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...”

he was 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

Ernest heard her answer, his face became

was reserved by him. It seemed Florence’s

out his purse and

and checked in with

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

sorry. To complete the process, I’m afraid Mr. Myron must be

finished speaking, she felt the air was

his sharp eyebrows and said unpleasantly, “In three minutes. If things

he spoke, he tossed his ID

overbearing and

Unable to think, she turned around and trotted away

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

she wait for

she would be fired

fact, the choice she made

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

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

glance. All of a sudden, she

problem?” the staff asked

woman was

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

a bigwig. No wonder you said his temperament

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

she spoke, 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

still in a daze while standing at the spot,

He’s THAT Ernest Hawkins!

that she didn’t challenge his authority just now. Otherwise, besides

Upstairs.

the first time, he realized that ten minutes was quite

had an impulse

not his style to break in and watch her

at his watch, his face looked even colder than the

swayed over with a charming smile, walking towards