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?!"
Samantha rose up in annoyance, the cups in her hand almost crushed.
"No one would notice and suspect it that she was bitten to death by the cobra in her own room. How could it fail?" She looked
quite malicious.
She kept awake the whole night, just in expectation of the good news that Florence was dead.
The man felt a quiver of panic and explained hurriedly,
"After I gave her a warning, I had expected her to leave. Who knows she told Ernest at once? Then Ernest beat me up and
warned me to..."
He trembled worse at the thought of the scene that he was tortured, and then continued, "He, he said Florence was his girl and
anyone who hurt her was his enemy and he would definitely kill him."
It was not just a warning, but a threat.
And it was not just said to the man.
It meant that he would kill whoever hurt Florence, at any price.
Samantha's face paled and she sat back to where she had been sitting, with a stiff pose. Her heart was thumping hard.
She had a feeling that Ernest was not to warn this man, but her.
Despite that she was a princess, he would never let her off if she killed Florence.
"What's wrong, your highness?"
Noticing that princess's pale complexion and trembling hands, a maid asked in a worried tone.
Samantha, however, stared at the front, her eyes full of complicated shock, turning a deaf ear to it.

She killed any person at her own will and anyone she wanted to kill would definitely die.
From the moment she had decided to kill Florence, Florence was dead meat to her.
But now, she kind of changed her mind.
Could she really get the man she wanted even though she killed Florence? Or would she be hated by Ernest?
When Florence woke up, she couldn't feel her arms. She didn't know when she fell asleep last night and how long had she slept.
She has been sleeping at the table for a night.
It was getting brighter and brighter outside.
She moved her arms to release the numbness. Upon looking up, she saw Ernest a few steps away from her.
He was still typing on the keyboard, keeping the same position and action as last night.
His beautiful eyes were bloodshot and got dark circles.
Did he stay up all night?
At the thought of it, Florence came up to hold his fingers and stopped his typing to show her care.
Ernest, a little surprised, turned his head and gave her an affectionate smile.
"Did I wake you?" he asked.
His voice was low and hoarse.
It was the typical consequence of staying up.
"Are you tired?" Florence held his hand tighter.
Shaking his head, Ernest gave her a charming smile.
"No."
She knew it was nothing but a comfort.

She was so worried about him.
"Take a nap, or you'll be exhausted." she said in a determined tone.
He would crack up if he carried on working like this.
Ernest held her small hand and kissed her on it.
"It's almost done. I'll sleep then." His voice was full of smile.
"But..." She was very distressed by him.
"Darling, I have no time to lose for our time is limited. Just hold on a minute. Is that OK?"
She didn't know what to say.
Why did he ask her to hold on?
Then Ernest continued, "Two more days at most is enough. Don't get back and wait here with me, then I'll go back with you, will
you?"
After listening to this, her confusion was gone, like the disappearing dark clouds.
Her eyes twinkling, she said in a slightly trembling tone, "You know it?"
Ernest compressed his lips. His big hand, like a haven, held hers tightly.
"I'm your man. Is there anything I shouldn't know about you?" He said in a serious tone.
He said it in a definitive tone.
The seemingly unreasonable tone turned her fear into grievance. She knew she didn't have to pretend to be strong now.
He would protect her whatever happened.
Her eyes turned ren. She threw herself into his embrace.
"Ernest, Ernest." she called his name in a choked voice.
There was a tacit understanding between them.

He would know anything if she came to him when she was in danger. He knew she had been threatened and determined to say
nothing, and he dealt with anything behind her.
He knew what she thought about, including her uneasiness, and offered a haven for it.
She would no longer be fearful, even surrounded by danger, as long as she was by his side.