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.

a dark cloud shrouding

he let go of his hand, which caused

she held her neck

can be rest assured, it’s

do anything wrong. It’s

“Shut up! “

wife while in a foul mood, “Florence is not the same as you guys. She’s an outsider, and her life is totally different from ours. Don’t apply your methods

she should obey

the urge to slap

bullying

your filthy

persuasion as

a lot of strength as

forget to shoot a

Florence remained speechless.

up too. Despite all that, not only did this woman harbor no hatred for those two men, she directed

Fraser, I am really sorry that my wife is

all smiles when talking to Florence. He extended his hand

one who had saved Ernest from an irretrievable

considered as both hers and Ernest’s

of that woman, Florence was someone who could rationalize on things. Furthermore, Andrew was not someone

smile on her

you. Thank you

duty. I am able to stay alive all because of Mr.

of gratitude in his eyes when he spoke of

Florence pursed her lips.

very good person and he had impeccable manners too.

nothing alike in terms

You should apply ointment

arm which was cut open and was still gushing

of pain at

the fact that

sudden pain that came from her calf jolted her.

“What’s wrong?”

and asked worriedly.

my

now. It was already his limit for not killing

his anger as he hastily offered, “I have