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.

His face approaching and his lips clinging to her ear,

was exhaled

Of course, she knew clearly what kind of rights he

raised her arms and pushed his broad chest

said in anxiety, “Wait. We... I...

words were blocked by

the man’s handsome face that

Ernest insisted on doing what he wanted to

lips to her

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

let

She struggled and resisted.

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

the only thought in his

would bleed. She stiffed

suddenly calmed

voice, “Florence, you are my fiancee.

words in a domineering manner, he was about to kiss

finally got a chance

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

he didn’t have the

if he only touches your hand. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be your lips that

sentence was full of

he was referring to something that she thought

Ernest Hawkins that she knew. She

words worked. He withdrew himself,

respect you very much and I’m willing to

voice was gentle and magnetic, sounding

when he said “behave yourself”, it seemed that he was

heart flustered. She felt embarrassed and at a

he can touch me... The bleeding part

screamed.

the man said

was brought back to reality,

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

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

However...

it quite serious?” Florence