My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 214

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.

Ernest’s eyes were filled with flame. His face approaching and his lips clinging to her ear, he whispered, “I’ll exercise my rights as your fiance.”

His warm breath was exhaled onto her ear. Florence shivered.

Rights as her fiance? Of course, she knew clearly what kind of rights he meant.

She raised her arms and pushed his broad chest instantly.

She said in anxiety, “Wait. We... I... hmm!”

Her unfinished words were blocked by his lips.

Florence gaped at him, staring at the man’s handsome face that was almost attached to her.

Ignoring her shock, Ernest insisted on doing what he wanted to do.

The man’s scent spread from Florence’s lips to her heart and other organs, so strong and overbearing.

Florence was so shocked that she forgot to struggle. It was not until that she almost couldn’t breathe did she suddenly return to her senses.

“Hmm... Let, let me go.”

She struggled and resisted.

However, Ernest didn’t give her any chance. On one hand, he was still furious. On the other hand, she was so sweet that he was immersed in her.

He wanted to occupy her sweetness with the only thought in his mind -- sleeping with her.

Florence’s face was so red as if it would bleed. She stiffed her body and dared not to struggle any longer.

Sensing that the woman in his arms suddenly calmed down, Ernest released the strength to grip her.

He said in an extremely hoarse voice, “Florence, you are my fiancee. Only I can touch you.”

After finishing his words in a domineering manner, he was about to kiss her again.

“It hurts,” Florence finally got a chance to moan.

Ernest paused. He cast a glance at her lips, only to find that they were bleeding, looking quite pitiful.