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.

and suppressing, Florence felt so upset as if her heart was pinched by

ask and could roughly

Ernest was drugged.

also trapped here by the

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

welled up in her

“It’s me. It’s me. I’m sorry, Ernest. I’m so

kept blaming herself for why she hadn’t woken up earlier

much he

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

knew how he could

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

also confirmed his guess and made

It was truly Florence.

Florence could bring him

nerve in Ernest’s

in his body started burning violently without any

closer, and aggressively

was so hot as if it could

wrapped around her body, were

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

she was so weakened. By instinct, she

mind, making her feel as if she was floating on

attack, full of his scent that she loved the

her control, responding

gone. Only the softness in his arms fully

he kissed her, embraced

eagerly tore her clothes apart, and his heat palms wandered

always made

other tightly and seamlessly. When they two became one, their

the most

the bathroom, her last defense line completely collapsed.

was overwhelmed by the despair and

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

close to be

a circumstance, she naturally

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

Ernest would kill her.

Florence would also hold her responsible for what