My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

With a loud bang, a man was kicked heavily against the wall.
He began to twitch painfully as if his bones all over were broken.
Lying there and holding the injured arm, he looked at the tall man in front of him with an unbelievable look.
"Mr. Hawkins, what have I done?" he was confused.
As he said it, the blood gushed from his mouth. He was seriously wounded.
Ernest Hawkins, looking down on him, trampled on his belly with polished shoes.
He looked grim and stamped more heavily.
"Ahhh, no!"
The man lying on the ground couldn't help yelling painfully. His face turned dreadfully pale and sweat poured down his face.
He felt like he was about to die.
His guts seemed to break.
"Can't stand the pain?"
Ernest said with a malicious smile.
The man seemed to see a devil.
He was trembling all over and asked in a frightened tone, "In what have I wronged you?"
He couldn't understand why at all.
He had always worked carefully and cautiously in public relations department. He didn't do anything to provoke Ernest yet
always behaved friendly to him in view of his relationship with Princess Samantha.
He didn't do anything wrong and why Ernest suddenly hit him?
Looking at his confused face, Ernest was angrier and put forth more strength, as if to trample him to death.

His thin lips moved slightly and words came out carefully and slowly.
"Do you really need me to tell you what you have done tonight?"
When he heard it, the man's body was rigid with fear and trembled more violently.
"Florence told you?" he said through gritted teeth.
Ernest didn't answer.
The man, however, looked hatred and angry instead of showing any trace of regret.
"I just don't want her to pester you and keep you from your work, so I warned her off you. You hit me by yourself just for this?
She is just a woman. Does she deserve you to do this?"
And he shouldn't have deserved this, too.
The man was very indignant at the way he was treated. In his opinion, women, his woman or others', could be scolded and hit at
will by men because they lived just for men.
Ernest beat him just because he gave a slight warning to Florence.
He was really making such a big fuss about it.
Hearing this, Ernest looked surlier.
He trampled harder on the man.
The man screamed loudly, as if he would die right away.
It hurt so much.
"Help, help..."
Ernest looked grim. His eyes were full of frost-like coldness. He stared at the man, who was asking for help, without any hint of
sympathy.
"What right do you have to warn my woman?"

He stamped harder every time he spoke out a word.
The man, with tears welling up in his eyes, seemed to be too painful to live.
He looked at Ernest in terror. He couldn't believe that Ernest would be so angry and was going to kill him just for a woman.
"You will pay for your words." Ernest's cold voice came, like from hell.
With a snap, the man's bone was broken. The sound broke forth like a sudden thunder in the silent restroom.
He felt a piercing pain and his face was distorted.
His rib was broken.
Ernest was determined to kill him.
Looking up at Ernest, he was surrounded by the fear of death.
He couldn't believe he would be killed due to a woman. What was happening now, however, was telling him that it was true.
He was totally wrong about his understanding of Ernest's protection for Florence.
Trapped in extreme horror, the man was too late to update his perception of the relationship between Ernest and Florence. He
began to beg for his life.
"Sorry, I was wrong. I swear I will never say anything or do anything bad to Florence. Please let me go this time, please!" the
man shivered.
Whereas, Ernest kept trampling hard.
The man was unbearably painful due to the broken rib.
His face was drenched with sweat. He almost fainted from acute pain.
He wished he had died.
He was really regretful now. If he had known it, he would never have said anything to Florence as requested.
He was imploring in a trembling voice.

He came to lose consciousness gradually because of the pain.
He would definitely die if Ernest didn't stop.
Ernest looked at him coldly, thinking that such a coward had no guts to kill people just for being nosy.
He must have been secretly prompted by someone.
Everything happened tonight was arranged by that person.
It was not hard to guess who it was.
Ernest clenched his fists, radiating a frightening horror. A point of murder appeared in his eye.
The man couldn't help trembling. His heart squeezed when he felt the horrible atmosphere. He was nearly desperate.
He finally understood that even in Raflad, one would be killed if he provoked the wrong person.
Just when he was going to lose his consciousness, the force on his body disappeared. He found that Ernest had moved that
crippled leg away.
He came back to life immediately.
Ernest said condescendingly, in a freezingly cold voice,
"I'll let you off this time. Florence is not someone you can afford to offend. Anyone who hurts her is my enemy and I'll definitely
kill him. Do remember it."
His pitiless voice, like that of a devil, echoed in the restroom.
The man stared at Ernest with frightened eyes. He went cold and trembled all over with fear.
He finally came to realize that he would rather mess with Ernest than pick on Florence. Otherwise, it would be like courting
death.
It was definitely a miracle that he could survive tonight.
"I get it. I will never do it again, never."

He swore faithfully.
Ernest tried to control his idea of killing the man, but he finally set his lips and turned away, leaving a ruthless figure behind.
This man deserved death but he was still useful to him.
After Ernest left for a while and there was deadly still, the man recovered from the terror of death.
A wave of retrospective fear swept over him.
He almost died.
He was close to death just for making a threat against Florence. What if he really hurt her?
His face became distorted when thinking about it.
It occurred to him that the snake he put in Florence's lounge was still there, waiting to bite her.