My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

He suddenly became angrier. His slender fingers pinched her chin and forced her to look into his eyes.

In such a close distance, Florence saw his lips apart. Then she heard his deep voice.

“You checked in to a room reserved by another man so freely. Florence Fraser, you seemed to be quite open.”

Ernest wanted to crush her pinch, but he felt reluctant. Otherwise, her chin would be truly crushed.

Florence was shocked.

Before she could react, his cold and harsh question came into her ears.

“Has he entered this suit?”

Florence was silent.

She indeed didn’t know how to answer.

Receiving no response from her, Ernest felt the fire burning in his chest became stronger. The other big hand of his fell on her waist. He forcibly trapped between himself and the wall.

He asked again, “Has he touched you?”

That was not only a question but also represented his fury.

Subconsciously, Florence thought about the scenes that night when she first got here. She looked awkward and guilty. For some reason, she didn’t want to tell Ernest about them.

She was afraid that he would be pissed and mind. She was more afraid that he would misunderstand.

“No, he hasn’t,” at last, she squeezed the answer between her teeth. Looking away, she dared not to look into his eyes.

How could Ernest not know Florence well? Her expression had already confirmed his guess.

He went enraged. His big hands fell on the belt on her waist.

“It seemed I didn’t do a good job as your fiance so you could still think about another man.”

As he spoke, he increased the strength of his hands. The belt was untied and her bathrobe was loosened.

Florence was so freaked out. Subconsciously, she raised her hands to pull back her bathrobe.

She cried in anger, “Mr. Hawkins, what on earth are you doing?”

She couldn’t understand his behavior tonight, but she sensed the danger.

eyes were filled with flame. His face approaching and his lips clinging to her

exhaled onto

she knew clearly what kind of

raised her arms and pushed

said in anxiety,

words were blocked by his

him, staring at the man’s handsome

shock, Ernest insisted on doing what

from Florence’s lips to her heart and other organs, so strong

she forgot to struggle. It was not until that she almost couldn’t breathe did she suddenly return to

let

She struggled and resisted.

hand, he was still furious. On the other hand, she was so sweet

with the only thought in his mind -- sleeping with

was so red as if it would bleed. She stiffed

arms suddenly calmed down, Ernest released the strength to grip

hoarse voice, “Florence, you

words in a domineering manner, he was about to kiss

hurts,” Florence finally got

paused. He cast a glance at her lips, only to find

the heart to vent his fury

“You can’t let any other man touch you in the future, even if he only touches your hand. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be your lips that

sentence was full

if he was referring

real Ernest Hawkins that she knew. She couldn’t believe those words

frightened, Ernest knew his words worked. He withdrew himself, got up, and

slender fingers, he reminded her for the last time, “Florence, I respect you very much and I’m willing to wait for you to accept me. However, it doesn’t

gentle and magnetic, sounding so charming in such

when he said “behave yourself”, it

flustered. She felt embarrassed and at

ears. ‘Only he can touch me... The bleeding part

screamed.

here,” the man

brought back to reality, walking

hands, there were anti-inflammatory ointment and cotton swabs that were found in the suit. He let her sit on

uncomfortable. Although he had always taken care of her, his social status was pretty high, so she could

However...

quite serious?” Florence