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.

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

exhaled onto

knew clearly what kind of rights

and pushed

said in anxiety, “Wait.

words were

gaped at him, staring at the man’s

shock, Ernest insisted on doing what

her heart and other organs, so strong and

not until that she

Let, let

She struggled and resisted.

Ernest didn’t give her any chance. On one hand, he was still furious. On the other hand,

to occupy her sweetness with the only

red as if it would bleed. She

arms suddenly calmed down, Ernest released the strength

you are my fiancee. Only I can touch

his words in a domineering manner,

Florence finally got a chance

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

didn’t have the heart to vent his fury

any other man touch you in the future, even if he only touches your hand. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be your lips that bleed, but -- you should

last sentence was full of

immediately, wondering if he was referring to

Ernest Hawkins that she knew.

words worked. He withdrew himself, got up, and tightened her bathrobe.

slender fingers, he reminded her for the last time, “Florence, I respect you very much and I’m willing to wait for

gentle and magnetic, sounding so charming in

he said “behave yourself”, it

heart flustered. She felt

he can touch

inner voice screamed. She

the

was brought back to reality,

Ernest’s hands, there were anti-inflammatory ointment and cotton swabs that were found in the suit. He let her sit on the sofa, squeezed a

had always taken care of her, his social status was pretty high, so she

However...

serious?” Florence