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.

suppressing, Florence felt so upset as if

she didn’t even need to ask and could roughly guess what had

Ernest was drugged.

also trapped here by the

didn’t how long it had been, but Ernest had been hiding in the bathroom. He used the cold water

welled up

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

why she hadn’t woken up

how much he had been

that Ernest was trying hard to suppress suddenly

knew how he could manage to

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

guess and

It was truly Florence.

Florence could bring

tensed nerve in Ernest’s mind instantly broke

his body started burning violently without

her closer, and aggressively kissed

hot as if it could

which were wrapped around her body, were

the ice made Florence tightened. The strange feeling

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

layer of white mist gradually covered her mind, making her feel as if she was floating

aggressive attack, full of his

lost her control, responding to him

reason had already gone. Only the softness in his arms fully occupied his

instinct, he kissed

with flame. He eagerly tore her clothes apart, and his heat palms wandered around

made

and seamlessly. When they two became one, their

the

her last defense line

by the

back to her senses. Looking into the bathroom in a panic, she

too close

naturally knew what was going on

didn’t have the balls to take a step

Ernest would kill her.

also hold her responsible for what was