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.

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

exhaled onto her ear.

knew clearly what

her arms and pushed his broad

said in anxiety,

were blocked

at the man’s handsome face

shock, Ernest insisted on doing

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

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

let me

She struggled and resisted.

was still furious. On the other hand,

occupy her sweetness with the only thought in

as if it would bleed. She stiffed

the woman in his arms suddenly calmed down, Ernest

extremely hoarse voice, “Florence, you are my fiancee. Only I

in a domineering manner,

got a chance to

He cast a glance at her lips, only

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

you in the future, even if he only

was

wondering if he was referring to something that she

man was the real Ernest Hawkins that she knew. She couldn’t

He withdrew himself, got up, and

much and I’m willing to wait for you to accept

and magnetic, sounding so charming in such a

“behave yourself”, it seemed that

felt embarrassed

ears. ‘Only he can touch me... The bleeding part

screamed. She felt so

the man said

to

He let her sit on the sofa, squeezed a bit of ointment on a swab, and reached out

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

However...

serious?”