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.

filled with flame. His face approaching and his lips clinging to

warm breath was exhaled onto her ear.

Of course, she knew

arms and

in anxiety, “Wait. We... I...

were blocked

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

insisted on

man’s scent spread from Florence’s lips to her

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

let me

She struggled and resisted.

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

the only thought

it would bleed. She stiffed

calmed down, Ernest released the strength to grip

hoarse voice, “Florence, you are

words in a domineering manner,

Florence finally got a chance to

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

have the

“You can’t let any other man touch you in the future, even if he only touches your hand. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be your lips that bleed,

sentence was

blushed immediately, wondering if he was referring to something that she thought

this man was the real Ernest Hawkins that she knew. She couldn’t believe those words were

she look frightened, Ernest knew his words worked. He withdrew himself, got

very much and I’m willing to wait for you

magnetic, sounding so charming in

when he said “behave yourself”, it seemed

She felt embarrassed and at a

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

screamed. She

here,” the

was brought back to reality,

cotton swabs that were found in the suit. He let her sit on the sofa, squeezed a bit

of her, his social status was pretty high, so she could

However...

quite serious?” Florence