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 his

slowly losing her consciousness only did he let go of his hand, which

as she held

promised, “Mr. Walker, you can be

anything wrong.

“Shut up! “

is not the same as you guys. She’s an outsider,

she should obey

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

death for bullying Florence in

filthy

his useless persuasion as he kicked

did put in a lot of strength as that woman immediately stumbled to the

trap but she didn’t forget to shoot a resentful

Florence remained speechless.

beat her up too.

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

that man was all smiles when talking to

one who had saved Ernest from

could be considered as both hers and Ernest’s

woman, Florence was someone who could rationalize on things. Furthermore, Andrew

on her face as she shook

to see you. Thank you

am able to stay alive all because of Mr.

and there was a light of gratitude in his

Florence pursed her lips.

Andrew looked like a very good person and he had

nothing alike

You

at Florence’s arm which was cut open and was

the sensation of pain at that

any longer due to the fact

sudden pain that came from her

“What’s wrong?”

and asked

sprained my calf when I fell down just now. It slightly

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

his anger as he hastily offered, “I have