My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

He had been meant to kill Florence. But now, after tortured by Ernest, by no means did he dare to do it.

Despite being painful all over, he managed to rise from the ground and stumble to his lounge.

His lounge was next to Ernest's, so it had been very convenient for him to put the snake there.

He had dug a hole in the wall and put the snake there.

Fortunately, in order to obliterate evidence after everything was done, he had also prepared the things that could draw the snake out of the hole.

Just for a minute, the cobra crawled out of the hole.

He caught it quickly into a bag and breathed a sigh of relief.

Luckily, Florence hadn't been bitten by it. Otherwise, he would die a thousand times.

As for his task…

He was restless. After handling the snake, he left foreign relations department quietly.

Ernest came back to his office.

He was typing on the keyboard while staring at the screen of his computer, as if he had filtered out anything.

In fact, he knew well about what the man was doing.

He was watching him, with his lips compressed coldly.

The man stumbled by leaning against the wall and sneaked to the yard of Princess Samantha.

After the guards at the gate of the yard announced his arrival to the princess, he was allowed entry.

Samantha was still up and was sitting in the hall, neatly dressed. She stared at the man with expectation.

"Done?" She asked.

She had been waiting for the good news for a whole night.

The man put the snake bag on the ground and looked hapless.

"Please pardon me, your highness. I didn't make it." He said in a light tone.

"What?!"

the cups in her hand

it that she was bitten to death by the cobra in her own room. How could it fail?" She

whole night, just in expectation of

a quiver of panic and explained

leave. Who knows she told Ernest at once? Then Ernest beat me

he was tortured, and then continued, "He, he said Florence was his girl and anyone who hurt

was not just a

it was not just said

meant that he would kill whoever hurt Florence, at

had been sitting, with a stiff pose. Her

was not to warn this man, but

he would never let

"What's wrong, your highness?"

hands, a

however, stared at the front, her eyes full of complicated shock, turning a deaf ear to

at her own will and anyone she

had decided to kill Florence, Florence was

now, she kind

man she wanted even though she

didn't know when she

has been sleeping at the table

getting brighter and

moved her arms to release the numbness. Upon looking up, she saw Ernest a

still typing on the keyboard, keeping the same position and action as

eyes were bloodshot and

he stay

to hold his fingers

little surprised, turned his head

wake you?" he

was

the typical consequence

tired?" Florence

head, Ernest gave her a

"No."

knew it was nothing but a