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.

so upset as if her heart was pinched

to ask and could roughly guess

Ernest was drugged.

trapped here

how long it had been, but Ernest had been hiding in the bathroom. He used the cold water

up in her

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

she hadn’t woken

how much he

water, the heat that Ernest was trying hard to suppress suddenly burned again. It burned so crazily as if it

knew how he could

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

confirmed his guess and made him

It was truly Florence.

could bring him such

Ernest’s mind instantly broke

body started burning violently

her closer, and aggressively kissed her

so hot as if

around her body, were as cold

extremely hot and cold from the fire and the ice made Florence tightened. The

so weakened. By

gradually covered her mind, making her feel as if she was floating on the

the man’s aggressive attack, full

control,

the softness in his arms fully occupied his

he kissed

like burning with flame. He eagerly tore her clothes apart, and

flame always made the whole

two young bodies clung to each other tightly and seamlessly. When they two became one,

were doing the most

her last defense line

by the

senses. Looking into the bathroom in a panic, she faintly could see two entangled figures behind the

close to be

a circumstance, she naturally knew what was going

she didn’t have the balls

Ernest would kill her.

her