My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Harold, who was at the other end of the phone, seemed to be busy with something and his breath was heavy.

But Florence had no time to care about this, “Mr. Brooks, something bad happened to Ernest. Please come here as soon as possible.”

“What’s wrong with him?”

“I don’t know. But he looks really bad. Come here quickly, please.” Florence urged him anxiously, her voice full of worries.

Harold seemed to realized that it was urgent and said hastily, “Don’t be anxious, Flory. I’ll be right there.”

After finishing the words, he stood on his feet and changed his clothes and then ended the call.

After hanging up the phone, Florence walked to the bathroom.

“Ernest Hawkins, hold on, Harold will arrive soon.”

But only the sounds of running water could be heard.

Standing at the door of the bathroom, Florence paid attention to the sounds inside in worries, fearing that something bad would happen to Ernest.

Florence felt more confused.

Ernest looked good before going out of the bedroom. When learning that Charlotte had come back, he came to find her, yet he was in such a state when coming back after a short while.

What had happened during this period of time?

Florence subconsciously landed her gaze on the ointment on the dresser and pondered: could it be that Collin came again and framed Ernest?

Why had happened to Ernest when he was downstairs?

Florence was lost in her thoughts and couldn’t calm down herself. She didn’t realize that she was quite worried about Ernest.

Harold arrived after ten minutes.

But Florence felt like several hours had passed. When hearing the footsteps, she hurriedly walked to the door and opened the door for Harold.

“Oh, you finally arrive. Ernest is in the bathroom. Please have a look at him.”

“Bathroom?”

his brows in confusion. Wasn’t Ernest sick? But why did he

not willing to waste time, he walked

knocked on the door and shouted, “Mr. Hawkins, Mr. Brooks is here.

of running water from the bathroom stopped

deep voice, voice seemed to be tinged with sexual desire, sounded,

want to go out now because she worried about him and wanted to make sure

open the door

in a low and resolute voice,

Florence knitted her brows.

shifted his gaze to Florence. Judging from Ernest’s depressive tone of voice as if he was trying to suppress something, he, as

“Flory, please go out first. If you’re worried about Ernest, you

Oh, it works.

She shouted at the direction of the bathroom, “Then

towards outside, deliberately making some loud

the next moment, Ernest opened

wearing a loose bathrobe, which exposed a large part of his chest. He

hair was wet with water

and he looked tensed-up. With his brows

an extremely slow speed as if he was taking every step with all

his aura was still imposing. He ordered Harold, “I was drugged with strong aphrodisiac perfume. Hurry up and

within Harold’s expectations –

“The strong aphrodisiac perfume had been banned. It has strong medical effect and can even affect an ox. No man can resist it. You must feel so horny after being drugged, right? But you actually managed to suppress the desire didn’t

lips together and didn’t

horny again and almost lost control of himself when

impatiently, “Hurry up and

to protect Flory. Seems like you love her so much, right?” Harold continued to joke at

between the door and its

finally realized that Ernest was drugged with aphrodisiac perfume before. No wonder that he would suddenly become crazy like

perfume had a strong effect, he let

man would still respect a woman’s will at that critical

conscience? Or was

He loved her?