My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

She had never expected that it had only been a few hours. When she saw him again, he had become like this.

He was soaking in the water, and she couldn’t tell if he was still alive.

He looked lifeless.

Florence couldn’t help trembling all over. After gaping for a few seconds, she finally came back to her senses. Reaching out her trembling hands into the water, she wanted to pull Ernest up.

She cried out, “Ernest... Ernest...”

When she reached into the water, she found that the temperature was so icily cold that her bones were frozen.

Ernest was even lying in there. She wondered how long he had been soaking in the water.

Tears blurred her eyes. In the cold water, she grabbed Ernest’s arm.

When she was trying to pull him up, suddenly, a cold hand pushed her hand away.

At the same time, “swoosh”, Ernest suddenly sat up in the bathtub. His arctic cold hand suddenly pinched Florence’s neck.

He said in a hoarse and deadly cold tone, “I’ve said, once you come in, you’ll die...”

Florence felt a sharp pang on her neck. Her breath almost stopped while being strangled.

She could feel Ernest’s intention to kill clearly.

Opening her mouth in difficulty, she hurriedly squeezed a few words from her throat, “It’s ... me...”

The hand, which was increasing the strength on her neck, suddenly stiffed.

Ernest looked up, gaping at Florence with his twinkling and blurred eyes.

He gazed at her in shock as if he couldn’t believe it at all.

Frowning, he asked, “Florence?”

His confused voice was full of suspicion.

It had been over two hours; the drug effect had become stronger and stronger. He suffered more and more. His reason was on the edge of breaking down, so he also had several illusions earlier.

He could be sure if the woman in front of him was Florence for real.

He wondered if he was suffering so much that he had mistaken Dolores as Florence, which was just an illusion.

felt so upset as if her heart was pinched by a big

didn’t even need to ask and could

Ernest was drugged.

was also trapped here by the woman

in the bathroom. He used the cold water to harm himself to

welled up in her

me. I’m sorry, Ernest. I’m so late. I should

why she hadn’t woken up earlier and

how much

suddenly burned again. It burned so crazily

God knew how he

looked at Florence’s crying face. Upon hearing her words between sobs, he felt a

his guess and

It was truly Florence.

Florence could bring

Ernest’s mind instantly

body started burning violently without

her closer, and aggressively kissed

so hot as if it

his arms, which were wrapped around her body, were as cold as

ice made Florence tightened.

reject him, but she was so weakened. By instinct, she had to compromise with

layer of white mist gradually covered her mind, making her feel as if she

by the man’s aggressive attack, full of his scent that

her control, responding

already gone. Only the softness in his arms fully occupied his

instinct, he kissed her,

eagerly tore her clothes apart, and

always made

seamlessly. When they two became one, their souls were also melting into

the most primitive, beautiful

Dolores watched Florence entering the bathroom, her last defense line completely collapsed. All her

overwhelmed by the despair and

long while, she finally came back to her senses. Looking into the bathroom in a panic, she faintly could see two entangled figures behind the frosted

close to be

she naturally knew what was going

she didn’t have the balls to take a step forward at

Ernest would kill her.

also hold her responsible for what was