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

now, she didn’t even need to ask and could roughly guess what had

Ernest was drugged.

also trapped here by the woman

had been hiding in the

up

me. It’s me. I’m sorry, Ernest.

she hadn’t woken up earlier and found

how much he had been

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

God knew how he could manage

Florence’s crying face. Upon hearing her words between sobs, he felt a sharp pang in his

his guess and made him

It was truly Florence.

bring him

in Ernest’s mind instantly broke

body started

her, pulled her closer, and aggressively kissed

as if it could burn

which were wrapped around her body, were as cold

from the fire and the ice made Florence tightened. The strange feeling

to reject him, but she was so weakened.

making her

man’s aggressive attack,

control, responding

gone. Only the softness in his arms fully occupied

he kissed her,

He eagerly tore her clothes

made

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

were doing the most primitive, beautiful

defense

overwhelmed by

bathroom in a panic, she faintly could see

were too close to

a circumstance, she naturally knew

She wanted to stop them, but she didn’t have the balls to take a step

Ernest would kill her.

hold her responsible for what