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

was exhaled onto her ear.

she knew clearly what kind

and pushed his

anxiety,

were blocked

at the man’s handsome face that was almost attached to

Ernest insisted on

to her

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

Let, let

She struggled and resisted.

Ernest didn’t give her any chance. On one hand, he was still furious. On the

occupy her sweetness with the only thought in his mind --

bleed. She stiffed her

that the woman in his arms suddenly calmed down, Ernest released the strength to

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

his words in a domineering manner, he was about

finally got a chance

lips, only to find that they were bleeding, looking quite

the

you in the future, even if he only

last sentence was

blushed immediately, wondering if he was referring to

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

his words worked. He withdrew

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 my authority. In the future, behave

and magnetic, sounding so charming in such a

it seemed that he was

She felt embarrassed and at a

still reechoing in her ears. ‘Only he can touch me... The

inner voice screamed. She felt

the

was brought back to reality,

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

uncomfortable. Although he had always taken care of her, his social status was pretty high,

However...

quite serious?” Florence