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...”

hotel staff knocked on the

was

with a click, the door

tightened. Through the angle where he

opened, his

still found that Florence was in the nightgown provided by the hotel. The pajamas inside the gown were

her, but she didn’t only take a shower in the room but

bought the pajamas for

also inside

surge in his heart. Ernest felt the anger that he

see and ask her clearly about the

question flashed back in his mind. “Ernest Hawkins, what

and pale look was still like a sting stabbed

he took her for again. But he didn’t know how

aiming to spoil and love her, but he had lost control

fists, Ernest tried his best to suppress his impulse and

earth had happened between Ernest and Florence tonight.

the hotel staff in

“Good evening, Miss. This

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

help but praising that this hotel’s service was

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

“Sure, Miss.”

where Ernest was hiding. Then he

smart man. He looked around the room after walking in and scanned the room

the dishes, he asked, “Miss, the person who checked in was Mr. Myron, so only one portion of the night snack was

Mr. Myron helped me check in here, but he has

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

hide the fact from the hotel

hotel staff immediately smiled. “I see. Miss, please enjoy the food. I’m leaving now. If you

“Okay, thank you.”

the hotel staff

the hotel staff looked out of the door, feeling