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 as if her heart was pinched by a big hand

need to ask and

Ernest was drugged.

was also trapped here by the woman

it had been, but Ernest had been hiding in the bathroom. He used the cold water to harm himself to avoid

welled up in

and sobbed. “It’s me. It’s me. I’m sorry, Ernest. I’m so late. I should have come here

hadn’t woken up earlier

how much he

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

he could manage

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

also confirmed his guess and

It was truly Florence.

bring him

nerve in Ernest’s mind

flame in his body started

pulled her closer, and aggressively kissed

as if

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

fire and the ice made Florence

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

her mind, making her feel as if she was floating

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

lost her control,

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

he kissed

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

always made the whole bathroom

clung to each other tightly and seamlessly. When they two became one, their souls were also melting into

doing the

watched Florence entering the bathroom, her last defense line completely

by the despair

back to her senses. Looking into the bathroom in a panic,

were too close to be

circumstance, she naturally knew what

was jealous. She wanted to stop them, but she didn’t have the balls

Ernest would kill her.

would also hold her responsible for what was going