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.

now had a dark

when the woman was slowly losing her consciousness only did he let go of his hand, which caused the woman to topple

her freedom as she held her neck and coughed uncontrollably.

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

wrong.

“Shut up! “

guys. She’s an outsider, and her life is totally different from ours. Don’t apply your methods and perspectives on

she should obey

by the second. He almost had the

was really courting death for bullying Florence

your filthy

stopped his useless persuasion as

strength as that woman immediately

trap but she didn’t forget to shoot a resentful

Florence remained speechless.

this woman, and then her husband beat her up too. Despite all

wife

smiles when talking

he was the one who

be considered as both

the hands of that woman, Florence was someone

on her

to see you. Thank

duty. I am able

a smile and there was a light of gratitude in his eyes when he spoke

Florence pursed her lips.

was really curious. This man named Andrew looked like a very good person and he had impeccable manners too. However, why

alike in terms

You should apply ointment

which was cut open

the sensation of pain

linger any longer due to the fact that no women here had good

was about to leave when a sudden pain that came from her calf jolted her.

“What’s wrong?”

and

think I sprained my calf when I fell down

looked even more severe now. It was

his anger as he hastily offered, “I have medicine at home. Let’s deal