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

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

secured her freedom as she held

Walker, you can be rest assured, it’s my wife here

anything wrong. It’s

“Shut up! “

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

she’s in Raflad now, she should obey the rules here.” The woman

man’s face grew gloomier by the second. He almost had the urge to slap this stupid bitch to death on

really courting death for bullying Florence in front of Ernest.

your filthy

persuasion as he kicked the woman

lot of strength as that woman immediately stumbled to the ground.

didn’t forget to shoot a resentful

Florence remained speechless.

planning to kill this woman, and then her husband beat her up too. Despite

am really sorry that my wife is very ignorant and has caused

man was all smiles when talking to Florence. He

this woman’s husband, and he was the one who had saved Ernest from

as both

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

put on a smile on her face as

see you. Thank you for saving

is part of my duty. I am able to stay alive all

there was a light of gratitude in his eyes when he spoke of Collin.

Florence pursed her lips.

really curious. This man named Andrew looked like a very good person and he had impeccable manners too. However, why did his wife has such unruly

nothing alike

bleeding. You should apply ointment

which was cut open and was still

sensation of pain at that moment.

didn’t want to linger any longer due to the fact that no

sudden pain that

“What’s wrong?”

frowned and asked

was a little helpless, “I think I sprained my calf when I fell down just now. It

even more severe now. It was already his limit for not killing

“I have medicine at home. Let’s deal with Ms. Fraser’s