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.

and suppressing, Florence felt so upset

need to ask and could roughly guess what

Ernest was drugged.

was also trapped here

it had been, but Ernest had been hiding in the bathroom. He used the

up

me. It’s me. I’m sorry, Ernest. I’m so

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

wondered how much he had been

to suppress suddenly burned again. It burned so crazily as if it would

he could manage to keep

Upon hearing her words

his guess and made

It was truly Florence.

Florence could bring

nerve in Ernest’s mind instantly

flame in his body started

her closer, and

was so hot as

which were wrapped around her body, were as cold

ice made Florence tightened. The strange feeling

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

mist gradually covered her mind, making her feel as if she

by the man’s aggressive attack, full

her control, responding to him

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

kissed her, embraced

He eagerly tore her clothes apart, and

flame always made

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

the most primitive, beautiful

Dolores watched Florence entering the bathroom, her last defense line completely

was overwhelmed by the

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

were too close to

circumstance, she naturally knew what

didn’t have

Ernest would kill her.

her