My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

So painful.
Hector just felt that his face was going to be broken, and his mouth was full of blood.
He was shocked to find that Ernest, who looked elegant, hit people so fiercely. He actually was a great martial artist.
Ernest was as simple as he seemed.
After two more punches, his strength and unpredictability aroused Hector's desire.
He only had interest to challenge powerful enemies.
Hector wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth, quickly adjusted his state, and fought with Ernest.
She saw two men move with wind. They were strong and cruel. They seemed to kill each other.
Florence's scalp was numb and she was depressed.
Why they suddenly hit each other?
She didn’t expect that Ernest would become so impulsive, did he misunderstand?
Then after Ernest dealt with Hector, she was the next one to be dealt with? No, she was innocent, okay?
Florence looked anxiously at the two people fighting and she shouted, "Ernest, Hector didn't do anything. When I was bullied, he
came to save me and gave me this coat."
Hearing what she said, Ernest paused.
Bang, a fist fell on his cheek, and his handsome face deviated slightly.
Florence froze in amazement and looked at Ernest being beaten. She was immediately distressed.
She shouted angrily, "Hector, you're not allowed to hit Ernest!"
Hector was fighting hard and wanted to swing another punch. When he heard this word, he was stunned.
Can't he beat Ernest? Yes, Ernest was his brother-in-law and he need to please him!

He can't beat him!
However, he had thrown a punch straight to Ernest's face.
Ernest's eyes were cold. He stood upright and let the fist fly towards him. At the same time, his long leg kicked Hector.
Hector lost his balance and fell backwards.
"Poof -"
With a dull noise and some dust, Hector fell to the ground in a panic.
His bones seemed to have been broken, and his ass hurt more.
Too cruel.
He didn't dare to fight Ernest, but Ernest was merciless to him.
He looked at Ernest, who was approaching him again, and his body was tense with pain. To prevent being beaten by him, he
quickly said,
"Brother, don't get me wrong. Don't get me wrong. I didn't do anything to Florence. That bastard Stanley bullied Florence. When I
rushed there, Florence's clothes had been torn off by him. So she wore my coat. I really didn't do anything. I'm a good man who
saved her. "
With that, a foot stepped on his stomach mercilessly.
The heavy force made Hector feel that his internal organs were going to be trampled out.
He looked at Ernest, feeling distressed. There was a murderous look on Ernest’s face, which was not reduced by half because of
his explanation.
Why?
He had explained that he was innocent, why Ernest still beat him.
Hector was going crazy.
Ernest's eyes were cold, looking down at Hector from a commanding position, and the fire in his eyes flickered.

If he hadn't restrained himself, he might have killed Hector directly.
"You take Florence away and let her be bullied. Do you think you're still a hero?"
When he said a word, Ernest's strength under his feet increased, with the anger of overwhelming destruction.
"If you dare to take her away and put her in danger again, Hector, I'll kill you."
His every word was a warning.
He didn't care about Hector’s identity and was bound to do what he said.
Since Hector grew up, it was the first time he was threatened like this, but he was stunned and knew he was serious.
Ernest will really do it.
In front of such a powerful and violent Ernest, Hector was not sure whether he could be alive.
Florence looked complex and stood aside, looking at Ernest who was angry and furious but restrained his killing intention.
She was with him a long time, and she can clearly notice that Ernest really wanted to kill Hector.
Even if Hector didn't let her be bullied, Hector brought her out and put her in danger, that was Hector's original sin.
“Ernest...”
Florence walked to Ernest's side in small steps, reached out and gently took his fist.
Her tone was light and soft. "Let's go back, shall we?"
Ernest's anger was boiling all over him. When Florence approached him, he became less hostile.
He looked at her, took her little hand and left.
If he continued to stay here, he would really kill Hector.
Florence didn't dare to delay. She immediately trotted to keep up with Ernest. When she ran, she quietly turned her head and
looked at Hector. She was relieved to see him struggling to get up from the ground.

The most important issue now was not Hector, but Ernest.
She had never felt Ernest so angry.
The violent breath seemed to destroy everything around her. Even she felt afraid.
Ernest strode forward with a sullen face and compressed lips.
Florence looked at him anxiously and said in a small voice,
“Ernest...”
Ernest closed his thin lips tightly and didn't speak.
He walked forward without squinting.
Florence was not familiar with the palace, felt strange to the road ahead, and didn't know where Ernest was taking her.
She was uneasy and was not used to seeing him so angry.
She whispered again, "Ernest, where are you taking me..."
He still didn't speak and just walked forward.
"How long do I have to walk? My feet are a little sour."
“Ernest...”
Before she finished, he suddenly turned a direction, and pulled Florence into the corridor.
Then Florence was thrown against the wall, and the man's tall body suddenly pressed on her.
He was like a mountain, the shadow completely enveloped her.
The man's handsome face was full of hostility and he approached dangerously.
Florence's heart could not help shrinking. She felt that Ernest will strangle her to vent his anger.
She was nervous that her body tightened, and she closed her eyes in fear.

Then...