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.

so upset as if her heart was pinched

to ask

Ernest was drugged.

here

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

me. I’m sorry, Ernest. I’m so late.

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

how much he had

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

how he

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

confirmed his guess and made

It was truly Florence.

bring him

in Ernest’s

his body started burning

her, pulled her closer, and aggressively

hot as if it could

wrapped around

and cold from the fire and the ice made Florence

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

making her feel as if she was floating

overwhelmed by the man’s aggressive attack, full of

her control, responding to him

reason had already gone. Only the softness in

instinct, he kissed

tore

always made the whole bathroom

When they two became one, their souls were also melting into that of each

doing the most primitive,

Dolores watched Florence entering the bathroom, her last defense line

by

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

were too close to

naturally knew what was

them, but she didn’t have the

Ernest would kill her.

her responsible for what