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

to ask

Ernest was drugged.

here

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

up in her

It’s me. I’m sorry, Ernest. I’m so late. I should have come here

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

wondered how much

the water, the heat that Ernest was trying hard to suppress suddenly burned again. It burned so crazily as if it would damage

God knew how he could

face. Upon hearing her words between sobs, he felt a sharp pang in

also confirmed his guess and made

It was truly Florence.

could bring

Ernest’s mind instantly

his body started burning violently without any

her, pulled her closer, and aggressively kissed her

as

which were wrapped around her body, were as cold as

the ice made Florence tightened. The strange feeling instantly attacked her whole

she was so weakened. By instinct, she had

her feel as if she

were overwhelmed by the man’s aggressive attack, full of his scent that

lost her control, responding

reason had already gone. Only the softness

kissed

hands were like burning with flame. He eagerly tore

flame always made the whole

two young bodies clung to each other tightly and seamlessly. When they two became one, their souls were also melting into

were doing the most primitive, beautiful

defense line

by the despair and

long while, she finally came back to her senses. Looking into the bathroom in a panic, she

close

she naturally knew what was

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

Ernest would kill her.

Florence would also hold her