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.

Florence felt so upset as if her heart was pinched by a

she didn’t even need to ask

Ernest was drugged.

here by

been hiding in the bathroom. He used the cold water to harm

welled up

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

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

how much he

suppress suddenly burned again. It

how he could manage

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

his guess and made him

It was truly Florence.

bring him such

in Ernest’s mind instantly broke

in his body started burning

grabbed her, pulled her closer, and aggressively kissed her

so hot as if it could

wrapped around her body,

from the fire and the ice made Florence tightened.

was so weakened. By instinct, she

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

attack, full of his scent that she loved

control, responding to him

moment, Ernest’s reason had already gone. Only the softness in his arms fully occupied his eyes

he kissed her, embraced

eagerly tore her clothes apart, and his heat palms wandered

always made the whole

When they two became one, their souls

the most primitive, beautiful

her last defense line

by the

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

close to be

circumstance, she naturally knew what was going on

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

Ernest would kill her.

would also hold her