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.

Ernest was struggling and suppressing, Florence felt so upset

to ask and could roughly guess what

Ernest was drugged.

also trapped here by the

had been hiding in the bathroom. He used the cold water to

up

me. It’s me. I’m sorry, Ernest. I’m so late. I should have

why she hadn’t woken up earlier and found

how much

Ernest was trying hard to suppress suddenly burned again. It burned so crazily as if it would damage all

he could manage to

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

confirmed his guess and made

It was truly Florence.

Florence could bring

Ernest’s

body started burning

pulled her closer, and aggressively kissed

as if it could burn

wrapped around

fire and the ice made Florence tightened. The strange

wanted to reject him, but she was so weakened.

white mist gradually covered her mind, making her feel as if

her senses were overwhelmed by the man’s aggressive attack, full of his

control, responding

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

kissed her,

big hands were like burning with flame. He eagerly tore her clothes apart, and his heat palms

always made the whole bathroom

tightly and seamlessly. When they two

were doing the most primitive, beautiful

her last defense line completely collapsed. All

was overwhelmed by the despair

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

too close to be

naturally knew what was

but she didn’t have the balls to take

Ernest would kill her.

Florence would also hold her responsible for what