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.

felt so upset as if her heart was pinched by

even need to ask and could

Ernest was drugged.

here by the

the bathroom. He used the cold

welled up

sorry, Ernest. I’m so late. I should

why she hadn’t woken up earlier

wondered how much he had

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

he could manage to

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

his guess and

It was truly Florence.

Florence could bring

nerve in Ernest’s mind instantly broke

started burning violently without

her, pulled her closer, and aggressively kissed

as if

were wrapped around her body, were as cold

and the ice made Florence tightened. The strange

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

of white mist gradually covered her mind, making her feel as if she was floating on the cloud,

were overwhelmed by the man’s aggressive attack, full

her control, responding

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

instinct, he kissed her, embraced

big hands were like burning with flame. He eagerly tore her clothes apart, and his

made the whole

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

the

entering the bathroom, her last defense line completely collapsed. All her

by the despair and

came back to her senses. Looking into the bathroom

were too close to

a circumstance, she naturally knew what was going on

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

Ernest would kill her.

Florence would also hold her