My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 214: Where to Leave the Kiss Mark

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. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

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.

Although he was still furious, he didn’t have the heart to vent his fury on her anymore.

His 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 be your lips that bleed, but -- you should know what I mean.”

His last sentence was full of implication.

Florence blushed immediately, wondering if he was referring to something that she thought of.

She wondered if this man was the real Ernest Hawkins that she knew. She couldn’t believe those words were spoken by him.

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

While tying the belt with his slender fingers, he reminded her for the last time, “Florence, I respect you very much and I’m willing to wait for you to accept me. However, it doesn’t mean you can challenge my authority. In the future, behave yourself.”

His voice was gentle and magnetic, sounding so charming in such a night.

Particularly when he said “behave yourself”, it seemed that he was doting her.

Florence’s heart flustered. She felt embarrassed and at a loss.

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

Her inner voice screamed. She felt so ashamed.

“Come here,” the man said again.

Florence was brought back to reality, walking towards him.

In Ernest’s hands, there were anti-inflammatory ointment and cotton swabs that were found in the suit. He let her sit on the sofa, squeezed a bit of ointment on a swab, and reached out to apply it on her lips.

Florence felt quite uncomfortable. Although he had always taken care of her, his social status was pretty high, so she could never get used to it.

However...

“Is it quite serious?” Florence suddenly asked.

Ernest stared at her, nodding coldly.

Florence immediately stood up and trotted towards the dresser. Looking at her broken and swollen lips in the mirror, she felt more embarrassed.

With a blushed face, she complained, “What should I do? How could I go to work tomorrow?”

It would be such a shame if her coworkers saw it.

Ernest could tell that she minded it so much, a touch of unhappiness flashing through his eyebrows.

“Why? Are you afraid that Mr. Myron would see it?”

Whenever he said “Mr. Myron”, his tone was quite weird.

Florence turned around and glared at him, “Of course not. If you have a kissing mark on your lips, wouldn’t you be ashamed?”

Ernest curled up his lips into a slight smile.

He teased, “Why don’t you have a try?”

“What should I have a try?” Florence was confused. For a moment, she didn’t get what he meant.

Ernest explained patiently, “Leaving a kissing mark on my lips, or my body.”

Florence was speechless.

How could she have the guts to bite him?

Besides, that was way too ambiguous. She felt too ashamed to do so.

Ernest chuckled.

He said gently, “Come here. Let me apply the ointment for you. It’ll be gone after you wake up tomorrow morning.”

Florence checked her lips in the mirror again. It looked so serious. She wondered if it would be gone for real.

However, she couldn’t do anything about it. It was so late that the hospital was closed. Besides, she felt ashamed to go to see a doctor for such a wound.

Going back to the man, she raised her hands.

“Mr. Hawkins, I can do it myself.”

Ernest didn’t like her to distance herself from him. “I did it, so certainly I should be responsible for it.”

As he said, he applied the ointment for her directly.

Florence blushed again.

The kissing mark was indeed from him, but she wondered if he needed to mention it again. She was reminded about the scenes that he pressed her against the wall and kissed her forcibly...