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?!"

in annoyance, the cups

would notice and suspect it that she was bitten to death by the cobra in her own room. How

the whole night, just in expectation of the good news that Florence

quiver of panic and explained

to leave. Who knows she told Ernest at once? Then Ernest beat me up and warned me

was tortured, and then continued, "He, he said

not just a warning,

it was not just said

meant that he would kill whoever hurt

where she had

feeling that Ernest was not to warn this man,

princess, he would never

"What's wrong, your highness?"

complexion and trembling hands,

eyes full of

and anyone she wanted to kill would definitely

had decided to kill Florence, Florence was dead meat to

kind

though she killed Florence? Or would she

up, she couldn't feel her arms. She didn't know when she fell asleep last night

sleeping at the table

getting brighter and

Upon looking up,

keeping the same position

bloodshot and got dark

stay

Florence came up to hold his

turned his head and gave her an

I wake

was

typical consequence of

you tired?" Florence held his

gave her a charming

"No."

knew it was