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.

approaching and his lips clinging

breath was exhaled onto her ear. Florence

she knew

her arms and pushed his

in anxiety, “Wait. We...

words were

the man’s handsome face that was

her shock, Ernest insisted on doing what he

scent spread from Florence’s lips to her heart

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

let me

She struggled and resisted.

any chance. On one hand, he was still furious. On the other hand, she was so sweet that he was

wanted to occupy her sweetness with the only thought in his mind

so red as if it would bleed. She stiffed her body and dared

calmed down, Ernest released the

you are my fiancee. Only I

a domineering manner,

got a chance to

a glance at her lips, only to find that they

furious, he didn’t have the heart

he only touches your hand.

sentence was

immediately, wondering if he was referring to something

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

worked. He withdrew himself,

“Florence, I respect you very much and I’m willing to wait

voice was gentle and magnetic, sounding so charming in such a

yourself”, it seemed

flustered. She felt embarrassed

in her ears. ‘Only he can touch me... The bleeding part wouldn’t be

screamed. She felt

here,” the man said

was brought back to reality,

anti-inflammatory ointment and cotton swabs that were found in the suit. He let her sit on the sofa, squeezed a bit

his social status was pretty high, so

However...

it quite serious?” Florence suddenly