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.

Florence felt so upset as if her heart was pinched by

didn’t even need to ask and could roughly guess

Ernest was drugged.

trapped here

hiding in the bathroom. He used the

welled up in

It’s me. I’m sorry, Ernest.

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

much he had

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

knew how he could manage to

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

confirmed his guess

It was truly Florence.

bring him such

tensed nerve in Ernest’s mind instantly

started burning violently without any

grabbed her, pulled her closer, and aggressively kissed her

kiss was so hot as if it

wrapped around her body, were as

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

so weakened. By instinct, she

white mist gradually covered her mind, making her feel as if

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

control, responding to him

gone. Only the softness

instinct, he kissed her, embraced

with flame. He eagerly tore her clothes apart, and his

flame always made the whole bathroom

to each other tightly and seamlessly. When they two became one, their

were doing the most

bathroom, her last defense

overwhelmed by the despair

she finally came back to her senses. Looking into the bathroom

too close to be

such a circumstance, she naturally knew what was going on

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

Ernest would kill her.

Florence would also hold her responsible for