My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Lead by the person in charge, Florence and the others went to the shooting range of the villa.

The shooting range had a field of target, with a wide view and a graceful environment.

Exactly ten targets lined up on the grass.

Ernest and Benjamin each put on the special clothing and equipment.

Florence stood not far from Ernest. She looked at him with some worry and whispered, “Benjamin grew up in the Farnfoss City, where guns are not restricted and I heard that he often took part in road affairs, often using guns. He must be a good marksman. He asked for gun shooting to gain advantage over you.”

“Don’t care too much about him and just shoot casually. It doesn’t matter whether you win or lose.”

In China, guns were a controlled product and most people had no chance to come across them.

Ernest curled his lips teasingly, “You don’t believe me?”

Florence quickly explained, showing her loyalty, “I believe that you are definitely very capable. You are the best in everything, just…”

“So, you have been admiring me like this all along.”

Ernest smiled and interrupted Florence, his face full of smile.

With his relaxed joking appearance, there was no tension of facing a strong enemy on his face at all.

Florence was stunned. Why did she suddenly begin to admire him like that? Why was Ernest so narcissistic and brazen?

Her cheeks flushed red and she said awkwardly, “I don’t feel like talking to you.”

Benjamin was preparing for the shoot on the side. In a blink, he saw Clarence and Florence talking sweetly. The atmosphere between them was so ambiguous that even a blind man could see it.

He had proposed the game as a way to slap Clarence and to let Florence see who was more capable and stronger, not to create an opportunity for the two of them to become closer.

Benjamin picked up the pistol, turning it around in his hand and deliberately raised his voice as he spoke in a mocking tone.

“Mr. Jenkins, do you want to become familiar with the gun first?”

am afraid you must not have had

advantage of you. You

the surface, but they secretly contained contempt and satire that could not be concealed up.

Stanford heard this sentence as they walked towards them. Phoebe’s

is really

this in his heart but didn’t say anything. He pursed his lips

see the

she heard

thought that the bet Benjamin was talking about was just a gambling activity among the men, but she hadn’t

others. He wanted to see Ernest make a fool of

“Shameless!”

stepped forward to grab Ernest’s arm, “This competition is meaningless,

of her hand with his own palm, grabbed her hand

“It’s okay.”

unsmiling smile, “We will wait and

contempt and disdain in his face, “Since Mr. Jenkins is

feel the anger rising up

just because Ernest was Chinese and didn’t normally have the opportunity to touch a gun. If China didn’t have a gun ban, he would

be worthy of pursuing Florence, the marksmanship must be the

was taken

was a hundred

good, but even so, it was very

had really said here was even if he defeated Clarence, but didn’t get a perfect score, it would still be a reason for

sentence was completely

“Being able to reach the score of ten is already very good and is considered top-notch marksmanship. The score of hundred,

you are not

poked fun at Benjamin unabashedly

From the card game till now, Phoebe

Really damn

not only wanted to kill Clarence but also

his heart, Benjamin maintained a calm expression

“Although almost no one can, but I