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 ear, he whispered, “I’ll exercise

warm breath was exhaled onto

as her fiance? Of course, she knew

and pushed

in anxiety, “Wait. We... I...

unfinished words were blocked by his

the man’s

shock, Ernest insisted on doing what he

scent spread from Florence’s lips to her heart and

It was not until that she almost couldn’t breathe

Let, let me

She struggled and resisted.

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

to occupy her sweetness with the only thought

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

arms suddenly calmed down, Ernest released the

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

his words in a domineering manner, he was about

hurts,” Florence finally got a

glance at her lips, only to find that they were bleeding,

didn’t have the heart to vent his fury on

in the future, even if he only touches your hand.

last sentence was full of

he was

Hawkins that she knew. She

look frightened, Ernest knew his words worked. He

I’m

gentle and magnetic, sounding so

he said “behave yourself”, it seemed that he

She felt embarrassed

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

voice screamed. She felt

the

back to reality, walking towards

ointment and 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 her

he had always taken care of her, his social status

However...

it quite serious?”