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.

were filled with flame. His face approaching and his lips clinging to her ear, he whispered, “I’ll exercise my rights as your

was exhaled onto her

as her fiance? Of course, she knew clearly what

arms and pushed his broad chest

anxiety, “Wait.

words were

at the man’s handsome face that was almost attached

shock, Ernest insisted on doing

from Florence’s lips to her heart and other

not until that she almost couldn’t breathe did she

let me

She struggled and resisted.

didn’t give her any chance. On one hand, he was still furious. On the other hand, she was so sweet that he

with the only thought in his mind -- sleeping

She stiffed her

calmed

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

domineering manner,

Florence finally got

paused. He cast a glance at her lips, only to find that they were bleeding, looking

he was still furious, he didn’t have the heart to vent

other man touch you in the future, even if he only touches your

last sentence was full of

was referring to

that she

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

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.

sounding so charming in such

“behave yourself”, it seemed that

flustered. She felt embarrassed and at a

he can touch me... The

inner voice screamed. She felt

here,” the man said

to reality,

were anti-inflammatory 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

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

However...

quite serious?”