My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 213

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...”

She 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 man, she couldn’t say anything to refuse him.

When Ernest heard her answer, his face became arctic cold.

That man gave her the dresses and flowers, and now even the room was reserved by him. It seemed Florence’s fiance was nothing in his heart, was it?

Emanating the coldness, Ernest took out his purse and pulled out his ID and bank card.

He ordered, “Check Mr. Myron out and checked in with my ID again.”

The staff’s hand shook because of being frightened by his temperament, almost knocking over the glass of milk in the tray.

She tried her best to calm down and said apologetically, “Sir, I’m terribly sorry. To complete the process, I’m afraid Mr. Myron must be here in person.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt the air was as freezing as ice.

Ernest raised his sharp eyebrows and said unpleasantly, “In three minutes. If things can’t be done, ask your boss to come to see me in person.”

As he spoke, he tossed his ID and the bank card into the tray.

He was so overbearing and quite determined.

The staff shivered. Unable to think, she turned around and trotted away by instinct.

The man’s charisma was so strong and he looked so noble, so she knew that he must be some important person whom she couldn’t afford to provoke.

How dared she wait for three minutes?

She was afraid that she would be fired in that case.

In fact, the choice she made this time was correct.

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

She said in fear, “Could you please help me to deliver them to the guest upstairs? His temperament was so strong. I’m almost freaked out.”