My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Ernest’s face remained unchanged as his gaze was exuding a cold and murderous light.

Only God knew how eager he wanted to tear those people apart the moment he arrived and saw Florence getting chained and beaten by a huge bat.

It was only a short time he was away, yet his woman was getting tortured in such a way!

Damn it!

These people deserved to die.

Ernest’s eyes remained hard and gloomy, and the strength he exerted into his fists slowly increased.

He looked like the Ashura at the moment with the kind of aura his body was giving out.

The woman’s face was an increasing shade of purple, and it felt like she was going to spit out blood next. Her mouth was agape but no sound of begging even came out of it.

Her eyes began to roll in agony.

This was the first time Florence had witnessed Ernest wanting to get his hands dirty, especially when it came to killing.

He was really frightening like a God of war looming over everything.

At the same time, she felt strangely relieved in his presence.

Despite that, knowing that murder was against the law, she didn’t want him to dirty his hands just for her sake.

Seeing that the woman was going to heave her last breath, she wanted to stop this from going overboard but at this moment another voice intercepted her.

“Mr. Hawkins, stop right there!”

It was a middle-aged man in his forties, and he was wearing a very immaculate shirt. He gave the impression of nobility.

That man hurried over and started to beg, “Mr. Walker, my damned wife has done something wrong, and I will definitely punish her greatly! Please spare her life for my sake.”

Ernest’s brows furrowed while his sculpted fingers continued to strangle the woman.

The woman’s pupils were nowhere to be seen anymore and she was on the verge of losing her breath.

That man almost had a headache as he anxiously added, “Mr. Walker, I know that we have incurred your wrath, but if you kill someone just because of a girl, your girl would become the public enemy of every woman in this area. That would only make things difficult for her in the future.”

When he finished his sentence, Ernest’s fingers which was taut with strength jolted for a moment.

face now had a dark cloud shrouding his

woman was slowly losing her consciousness only did he let go

woman finally secured her freedom as she held her

out a sigh of relief as he promised, “Mr. Walker, you can be rest assured, it’s my wife here

wrong. It’s

“Shut up! “

his wife while in a foul mood, “Florence is not the same as you guys. She’s an outsider, and her

should obey the

had the urge to slap

was really courting death for bullying Florence

filthy mouth

useless persuasion as he kicked the

of strength as that woman immediately stumbled to the

but she didn’t forget to shoot a resentful glance in

Florence remained speechless.

this woman, and then her husband beat her up too. Despite all that, not only

wife is

split second, that man was all smiles when talking to Florence. He extended his hand to her,

was the one who had saved Ernest

could be considered as both

the hands of that woman, Florence was someone who could rationalize on

on a smile on her face

Thank you

am able to stay alive

of gratitude in

Florence pursed her lips.

very good person and he had impeccable manners too. However, why did his wife has such

were nothing alike in terms of

arm is still bleeding. You should

cut open and was

the sensation of pain at that

to linger any longer due to the fact that no

leave when a sudden pain that came from her calf

“What’s wrong?”

and asked worriedly.

was a little helpless, “I think I sprained my calf

more severe now. It was already his

have medicine at home. Let’s deal with Ms.