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.

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

didn’t even need to ask

Ernest was drugged.

was also trapped here by the

the bathroom. He used the cold water to harm himself to

up

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

she hadn’t woken up earlier and

wondered how much

Ernest was trying hard to suppress suddenly burned again. It burned so crazily as if it would

how he could manage

her words between sobs,

confirmed his guess

It was truly Florence.

Florence could bring

in Ernest’s mind instantly

flame in his body started burning violently

her, pulled her closer, and aggressively kissed

was so hot as

which were wrapped around

extremely hot and cold from the fire and the ice

reject him, but she was so weakened. By instinct, she

covered her mind, making her feel as

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

control,

gone. Only the softness in his arms fully occupied

he kissed her, embraced

flame. He eagerly tore

flame always made the

two young bodies clung to each other tightly and seamlessly. When they two became

the most primitive, beautiful

the bathroom, her last defense line

by the despair

into the bathroom in a panic, she faintly could see two entangled figures behind the

were too close to

such a circumstance, she naturally knew

she didn’t have the balls to

Ernest would kill her.

Florence would also hold her responsible