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.

lips clinging to her ear, he whispered, “I’ll exercise my rights

was exhaled onto

course, she knew clearly what kind of

arms and pushed his broad chest

in anxiety, “Wait. We...

were blocked

him, staring at the man’s handsome face that

Ernest insisted on doing

spread from Florence’s lips to her

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

Let, let

She struggled and resisted.

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

with the only thought in his

as if it would bleed. She stiffed her body and dared not

calmed down, Ernest released the strength to grip

an extremely hoarse voice, “Florence, you are

words in a domineering manner,

Florence finally got

at her lips, only to find that

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

“You can’t let any other man touch you in the future, even if he only touches your hand. Otherwise,

sentence was full of

he was referring

this man was the real Ernest Hawkins that she knew. She couldn’t believe those words were spoken

his words worked. He withdrew himself,

tying the belt with his slender 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. However, it

was gentle and magnetic, sounding so charming

when he said “behave yourself”, it seemed that he was

She felt

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

voice screamed.

here,” the man

back to reality, walking towards

her sit on the sofa, squeezed a bit of ointment on a swab, and

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

However...

it quite serious?” Florence suddenly