My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Ernest took a glance at the food on his trolley, which showed the portion for a single person. However, on the menu, the name of the guest was Mr. Myron.

Looking at that name, Ernest looked annoyed.

Obviously, Florence didn’t take along with her ID card, so Reynold checked in using his ID.

Ernest asked in a deep voice, “There was only one portion of the food. Is there only one person in the room?”

Although it was the guest’s privacy, the hotel staff didn’t dare to hide anything from Ernest.

He immediately answered, “The kitchen prepared the food according to the guest’s ID that used to check in the hotel. I’m not sure how many people are there in the room.”

Probably there was only one guest or two guests.

And the possibility of the latter was higher.

Ernest looked at the closed door with his darkened eyes. Then he said, “Deliver the food and tell the guests inside that it was on the hotel. Ask them if one portion is enough.”

The hotel staff was so confused. He wondered why Ernest wanted him to do so.

Standing aside, Timothy understood immediately why Mr. Hawkins would have done so.

If the food was delivered by the hotel staff, Florence wouldn’t know that Mr. Hawkins had found here here. If anything was going on in the room, they wouldn’t see it in person.

On the other hand, when the hotel staff asked if one portion was enough, it was also the same as to make Florence answer how many people were there in the room. If she said one portion was enough, that meant Reynold should have left the room right now.

Timothy admired Mr. Hawkins for his smartness. At this moment, he still could figure out such a perfect tentative way.

Immediately, Timothy urged the hotel staff, “Just follow Mr. Hawkins’ orders. Hurry up and go in.”

“Oh, Okay,” the hotel staff agreed while nodding. Then he pushed the trolley to the door.

At the same time, Ernest walked to the wall at the same side of the door, standing elegantly. He looked quite indifferently, but if others studied him closer, they could see that his body was slightly tightened.

His gaze was glued in the direction of the door, and he could see some space after the door was opened.

Timothy looked at Mr. Hawkins’ actions with full admiration.

Mr. Hawkins was just testing Florence, but he had already found a good angle where he could hide perfectly while observing the situation in the room.

He was quite attentive.

“Knock... Knock... Knock...”

knocked on the

was heard. “A

a click,

he was standing, he could faintly see Florence’s

door was opened,

so clearly, he still found that Florence was in the nightgown provided by the hotel. The pajamas inside the gown were not the clothes when she trotted out of the

but she didn’t only take a shower in the

had bought

also inside the

surge in his heart. Ernest felt the anger

to see and ask her clearly

move, Florence’s question flashed back in his

still like a sting stabbed in

he took her for again. But he didn’t

spoil and love

tried his best to suppress his

curious, wondering what on earth had happened between Ernest and Florence tonight. They seemed to have such an

two men were standing outside. Looking at the hotel staff in confusion, she

staff answered politely, “Good evening, Miss. This is the

the trolley and found there were three dishes on it, which were all

couldn’t help but praising that this hotel’s

so she nodded and said, “Thank you so much. Could you please put them on

“Sure, Miss.”

glance towards where Ernest was hiding. Then he

was also a smart man. He looked around the

he asked, “Miss, the person who checked in was Mr. Myron, so only one portion of the night snack was prepared. Would you like to add another

in here,

the guest should use his or her own ID when checking in a hotel. However, Reynold had an important identity in Riverside City, and he was also relevant to this hotel, so he could help Florence check using his

the fact from the hotel

I’m leaving now. If you

“Okay, thank you.”

walked the hotel staff to the

door, she saw the hotel staff looked out of the door, feeling a