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.

flame. His face approaching and his lips clinging to her ear, he whispered, “I’ll exercise

exhaled onto

knew

arms and pushed his

anxiety, “Wait.

unfinished words were blocked by

man’s handsome face that was

Ernest insisted on doing what he

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

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

Let, let

She struggled and resisted.

hand, he was still furious. On the other hand, she

with the only thought

if it would bleed. She stiffed

suddenly calmed down,

in an extremely hoarse voice, “Florence, you

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

got

glance at her lips, only to

furious, he didn’t have the heart to vent his

only touches your hand. Otherwise,

last sentence was full

was referring to something that she thought

if this man was the real Ernest Hawkins that

knew his words worked. He withdrew himself, got

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. However, it doesn’t mean you can challenge

was gentle and magnetic, sounding so charming in such

yourself”, it seemed that he was doting

heart flustered. She felt embarrassed and at

can touch me... The bleeding part wouldn’t be my

inner voice screamed. She

the man said

to reality, walking towards

found in the suit. He let her sit on the sofa, squeezed

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

However...

serious?” Florence