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.

how much Ernest was struggling and suppressing, Florence felt so upset as if her heart was pinched by a big hand

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

Ernest was drugged.

here by the

long it had been, but Ernest had been hiding in the bathroom.

up in

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

she hadn’t woken up earlier

how much he

that Ernest was trying hard to suppress suddenly

God knew how he could manage

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

also confirmed his guess and

It was truly Florence.

Florence could bring him such

in Ernest’s mind

his body started burning violently

closer,

so hot as if it could burn down

wrapped around her body, were as cold

the ice made

but she was so weakened. By instinct, she

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

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

her control, responding to him

had already gone. Only the

instinct, he kissed her, embraced

were like burning with flame. He eagerly tore her clothes apart,

always made the

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

the most primitive, beautiful

watched Florence entering the bathroom, her last defense line completely

by

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

too close

she naturally

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

Ernest would kill her.

Florence would also hold her responsible for what was going