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.

clinging to her ear,

was exhaled onto her ear.

Of course, she knew clearly what kind of rights he

raised her arms and

said in anxiety,

words were blocked

at him, staring at the man’s

shock, Ernest insisted on

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

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

Let, let me

She struggled and resisted.

hand, he was still furious.

the only

face was so red as if it would bleed. She stiffed her body and dared not

his arms suddenly calmed

extremely hoarse voice, “Florence, you are my fiancee. Only I can

his words in a domineering manner, he was about to kiss her

finally got

only to find that they were bleeding, looking quite

was still furious, he didn’t have the heart to vent his fury on

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

last sentence was full

was referring to something

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

knew his words worked. He withdrew himself,

the belt with his 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.

magnetic, sounding so charming in such a

it seemed

felt embarrassed and

voice was still reechoing in her ears. ‘Only he can touch me...

screamed. She felt so

the man said

brought back to reality, walking towards

cotton swabs that were found in the suit. He let her sit on the sofa, squeezed a bit of ointment on a swab, and reached out to apply it on

had always taken care of her, his social status

However...

serious?” Florence