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.

face approaching and his lips clinging to her ear, he whispered, “I’ll exercise my rights as your

breath was exhaled

she knew clearly

and pushed

anxiety, “Wait.

were blocked by his

at him, staring at the man’s handsome face that

her shock, Ernest insisted on doing what

her heart and other organs,

struggle. It was not until that

let me

She struggled and resisted.

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

the only

it would bleed. She stiffed her

the woman in his arms suddenly calmed down, Ernest

an extremely hoarse voice, “Florence, you are

finishing his words in a domineering manner, he was about

Florence finally got a

He cast a glance at her lips, only to find that

didn’t have the

parted. “You can’t let any other man touch you in the future, even if he only

sentence was full of

wondering if he was referring to something

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

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

much and I’m willing to wait for you to accept me. However, it

gentle and magnetic, sounding so

“behave yourself”, it seemed that he was

felt embarrassed and at a

was still reechoing in her ears. ‘Only he can touch me... The bleeding part

voice screamed.

the man

back to

sit on the sofa, squeezed a bit of ointment on a swab, and reached out to apply it

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

However...

quite serious?” Florence