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.

filled with flame. His face approaching and his lips clinging to her ear, he whispered, “I’ll exercise my rights

warm breath was exhaled onto her ear. Florence

she knew clearly what

her arms and pushed his

anxiety, “Wait.

unfinished words were blocked by

man’s handsome face that was almost attached to

her shock, Ernest insisted on doing

to her heart and other organs, so

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

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

to occupy her sweetness with the only

if it would bleed. She stiffed her

calmed down, Ernest released

“Florence, you are my fiancee.

manner, he was

finally got

lips, only to

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

even if he only touches your hand. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be your lips that bleed, but

sentence was full

wondering if he was referring to

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

she look frightened, Ernest knew his words worked. He withdrew himself, got up, and tightened her

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,

sounding

yourself”, it seemed that he was doting

felt embarrassed

can touch me... The bleeding part

voice screamed. She

the

was brought back to reality, walking

were found in the suit. He let her sit on the sofa, squeezed

he had always taken care of her, his social

However...

serious?”