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.

struggling and suppressing, Florence felt so upset as if her heart

need to ask and could

Ernest was drugged.

here by the

been, but Ernest had been hiding in the bathroom. He used the

up

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

blaming herself for why she hadn’t woken up earlier and found that Ernest was

wondered how much he

Ernest was trying hard to suppress suddenly burned again. It burned so crazily

knew how he could manage to keep

he looked at Florence’s crying face. Upon hearing her

also confirmed his guess

It was truly Florence.

Florence could bring

in Ernest’s mind instantly

started burning violently

closer,

so hot as

arms, which were wrapped around her body,

the fire and the ice made Florence tightened.

reject him, but she was so

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

attack, full of his scent

control, responding to him

Only the softness

kissed her, embraced

burning with flame. He eagerly tore her clothes apart, and his heat palms wandered

made the whole bathroom

and seamlessly. When they two became one, their souls were also

the most primitive,

her last defense line completely collapsed. All

was overwhelmed by

she finally came back to her senses. Looking into the bathroom in a panic, she faintly

were too close to

naturally knew what was

didn’t have the balls to take a step forward

Ernest would kill her.

also hold her responsible for what