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

breath was exhaled onto her ear.

as her fiance? Of course, she knew clearly

arms and

in anxiety, “Wait.

were

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

shock, Ernest insisted on doing what he wanted to

lips to her heart and

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

Let, let me

She struggled and resisted.

give her any chance. On one hand, he was still furious. On the

sweetness with the only thought in his mind

face was so red as if it would bleed. She stiffed her body and

suddenly calmed

you are my

his words in a domineering manner, he

hurts,” Florence finally got a chance

a glance at her lips, only to find

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

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,

was full

blushed immediately, wondering if he was referring

that she knew. She couldn’t believe those words

his words worked. He withdrew himself, got up, and tightened

much and I’m willing to wait for you to accept me. However, it doesn’t mean

and magnetic, sounding so

said “behave yourself”, it

She felt embarrassed and at a

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

voice screamed. She felt

the

brought back to

there 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 out to apply it on her

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

However...

quite serious?”