My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

He suddenly became angrier. His slender fingers pinched her chin and forced her to look into his eyes.

In such a close distance, Florence saw his lips apart. Then she heard his deep voice.

“You checked in to a room reserved by another man so freely. Florence Fraser, you seemed to be quite open.”

Ernest wanted to crush her pinch, but he felt reluctant. Otherwise, her chin would be truly crushed.

Florence was shocked.

Before she could react, his cold and harsh question came into her ears.

“Has he entered this suit?”

Florence was silent.

She indeed didn’t know how to answer.

Receiving no response from her, Ernest felt the fire burning in his chest became stronger. The other big hand of his fell on her waist. He forcibly trapped between himself and the wall.

He asked again, “Has he touched you?”

That was not only a question but also represented his fury.

Subconsciously, Florence thought about the scenes that night when she first got here. She looked awkward and guilty. For some reason, she didn’t want to tell Ernest about them.

She was afraid that he would be pissed and mind. She was more afraid that he would misunderstand.

“No, he hasn’t,” at last, she squeezed the answer between her teeth. Looking away, she dared not to look into his eyes.

How could Ernest not know Florence well? Her expression had already confirmed his guess.

He went enraged. His big hands fell on the belt on her waist.

“It seemed I didn’t do a good job as your fiance so you could still think about another man.”

As he spoke, he increased the strength of his hands. The belt was untied and her bathrobe was loosened.

Florence was so freaked out. Subconsciously, she raised her hands to pull back her bathrobe.

She cried in anger, “Mr. Hawkins, what on earth are you doing?”

She couldn’t understand his behavior tonight, but she sensed the danger.

face approaching and his lips clinging to her ear, he

warm breath was exhaled onto

she knew clearly what kind of

raised her arms and

in anxiety, “Wait. We...

words were

at the man’s

shock, Ernest insisted on doing what he wanted

man’s scent spread from Florence’s lips to her heart

was so shocked that she forgot to struggle. It was not until that she

let me

She struggled and resisted.

furious. On the other hand, she was

only thought in his mind --

She

in his arms suddenly calmed down, Ernest released the strength to

hoarse voice, “Florence, you are my

in a domineering manner, he was

got a chance

at her lips, only to find that

still furious, he didn’t have the heart

thin lips parted. “You can’t let any other man touch you in the future, even if he only touches your hand. Otherwise, it wouldn’t

sentence was

was referring to something

was the real Ernest Hawkins that she

she look frightened, Ernest knew his words worked. He withdrew himself, got up, and tightened her

reminded her for the last time, “Florence, I respect you very much and I’m willing to wait

gentle and magnetic, sounding so

he said “behave yourself”, it seemed that he was doting

felt

was still reechoing in her ears. ‘Only he can touch me... The bleeding part wouldn’t be my lips,

inner voice screamed. She felt

here,” the

brought back to reality, walking towards

suit. He let her sit on the sofa, squeezed a bit of ointment on a swab,

her, his social status was

However...

serious?” Florence suddenly