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

warm breath was exhaled onto her ear.

her fiance? Of course, she knew clearly

raised her arms and pushed his

anxiety,

were blocked

man’s

shock, Ernest insisted on doing what he

Florence’s lips to her heart and other

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

let me

She struggled and resisted.

was still furious. On the other hand, she

with the only

as if it would bleed. She stiffed her body and dared

the woman in his arms suddenly calmed down,

voice, “Florence, you are my

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

finally got a

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

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

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

was

immediately, wondering if he was referring

real Ernest Hawkins that she

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

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

voice was gentle and magnetic, sounding so charming in such

yourself”, it seemed

flustered. She felt

voice was still reechoing in her ears. ‘Only he can touch me... The bleeding part

screamed. She

the man

brought back to reality, walking towards

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

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

However...

it quite serious?”