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?!"

up in annoyance, the cups in her hand

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

expectation of the good news that

quiver

I gave her a warning, I had expected her to leave. Who knows she told Ernest at

the scene that he was tortured, and then continued, "He, he said Florence was his girl and anyone who hurt her was his enemy

was not just a warning, but a

it was not just said

he would kill whoever hurt Florence,

where she had been sitting, with

Ernest was not

he would never let her off if she

"What's wrong, your highness?"

complexion and trembling hands, a maid

her eyes full of complicated shock, turning

any person at her own will and anyone she wanted

she had decided to kill Florence,

kind

wanted even though she killed Florence? Or would she be hated by

know when she fell asleep last night and

been sleeping at the table

was getting brighter and brighter

her arms to release the numbness. Upon looking up, she

keyboard, keeping the same position and

were bloodshot and got dark

stay

hold his

surprised, turned his head

wake you?" he

voice was low

was the typical consequence

you tired?" Florence held his

Ernest gave

"No."

knew it was