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?!"

rose up in annoyance, the cups in her hand

death by the cobra in her own room. How could

night, just in expectation of the good news

felt a quiver of panic and

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

he said Florence was his girl and anyone who hurt her

a warning, but a

was not just

he would kill whoever

paled and she sat back to where she had been sitting,

Ernest was

would never

"What's wrong, your highness?"

pale complexion and trembling hands, a maid asked in

her eyes full of complicated shock, turning a deaf ear

will and anyone

to kill Florence, Florence was

now, she kind

she wanted even though she

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

been sleeping at the table for a

was getting brighter and

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

typing on the keyboard, keeping the

bloodshot and got

he stay up

thought of it, Florence came up to hold his fingers and stopped his

little surprised, turned his head and gave

wake you?" he

voice was low and

was the typical

tired?" Florence held his

head, Ernest gave her

"No."

it was nothing but a