My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins
Chapter 213: Warm Milk
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...”
indeed wanted to say that since he was not Mr. Myron, he couldn’t ask her to take the milk back. However, looking at such a perfect
heard her answer, his face
her the dresses and flowers, and now even the room was reserved by him. It seemed Florence’s
coldness, Ernest took out his purse and pulled out his
out and checked
shook because of being frightened by his temperament, almost knocking over the glass of milk
calm down and said apologetically, “Sir, I’m terribly sorry. To complete the process, I’m afraid Mr.
speaking, she felt
If things can’t be done, ask your
spoke, he tossed his ID and the bank
overbearing and quite
think, she turned around and trotted away by
strong and he looked so noble, so she knew that he must be some important person whom
dared she wait for three
afraid that she would be
choice she
on her chest and handed Ernest’s ID and bank card to
“Could you please help me to deliver them to the guest upstairs? His temperament was so strong. I’m
glance. All of a sudden, she
Any problem?” the staff asked
woman
while looking at the staff weirdly, “Ernest Hawkins! The CEO of Hawkins Group, god of all women in this country. His group even holds shares of our
smoke! You even met such a bigwig. No wonder you said his temperament was too
him. Even if I might be freaked out, I
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
in a daze while standing at the spot, her face
THAT Ernest Hawkins!
felt so fortunate that she didn’t challenge his authority just now. Otherwise, besides she
Upstairs.
the first time, he realized that ten minutes was quite a
an impulse -- he wanted Florence to know what she ought to do
break in and watch
at his watch, his face looked even colder than the night wind outside the
an enchanting voice. A woman swayed