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.

Ernest was struggling and suppressing, Florence felt so upset as

to ask and could roughly guess what

Ernest was drugged.

trapped here by

didn’t how long it had been, but Ernest had been hiding in the bathroom. He used the cold water to harm himself to avoid

welled up in

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

woken up earlier and found that

wondered how much he had been

trying hard to suppress suddenly burned again. It

God knew how he could manage to keep

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

also confirmed his guess and

It was truly Florence.

could bring him

in Ernest’s mind instantly

body started burning violently without any

grabbed her, pulled her closer, and aggressively kissed her

hot as if it

which were wrapped around her

extremely hot and cold from the fire and the ice made Florence

so

of white mist gradually covered her mind, making her feel as

aggressive attack, full

control,

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

he kissed

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

made the whole

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

the most

defense line completely collapsed. All her

by the despair and

to her senses. Looking into the bathroom

too close to

circumstance, she naturally knew

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

Ernest would kill her.

would also hold her responsible for what was going