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.

much Ernest was struggling and suppressing, Florence felt so upset as if her heart was pinched by a big hand

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

Ernest was drugged.

here by the

didn’t how long it had been, but Ernest had been hiding in the

welled up

sorry, Ernest. I’m so late. I should

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

wondered how much he

suddenly burned again. It burned so crazily as if it

knew how he could manage to keep

hearing her words between sobs, he felt a sharp pang in his

his guess and made him

It was truly Florence.

Florence could bring him such

Ernest’s mind

his body started burning

pulled her closer, and

kiss was so hot as if

his arms, which were wrapped around her body, were

and cold from the fire and the ice made Florence tightened. The strange feeling instantly attacked her

she wanted to reject him, but she was so

making her feel as if she was floating on

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

her control, responding

the softness in his arms fully occupied his eyes and

kissed her, embraced

with flame. He eagerly tore her clothes apart, and

always made

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

the most primitive, beautiful

her last defense line completely collapsed.

by the despair and

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

too close to

such a circumstance, she naturally knew what was going

was jealous. She wanted to stop them, but she didn’t have the balls

Ernest would kill her.

hold her responsible for what was going