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.

so upset as if her heart was pinched

didn’t even need to ask and could roughly guess

Ernest was drugged.

here by

hiding in the bathroom. He used the cold water to

welled up in her

and sobbed. “It’s me. It’s me. I’m sorry, Ernest. I’m

she hadn’t woken up earlier and found that Ernest was

much he had been

suddenly burned again. It burned

God knew how he could

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

guess and made

It was truly Florence.

could bring him such

in Ernest’s

in his body started

grabbed her, pulled her closer, and

was so hot as if it could burn

which were wrapped around her body, were as cold as

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

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

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

the man’s aggressive attack, full of his scent that she

control, responding to him

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

kissed her, embraced

He eagerly tore her

made the

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

doing the most primitive, beautiful

watched Florence entering the bathroom, her last defense line completely collapsed. All her hope

overwhelmed by the

bathroom in a panic, she faintly could see two entangled

close to

such a circumstance, she naturally knew

them, but she didn’t have the balls

Ernest would kill her.

also hold her