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?”

and handed the gun to Ernest with a look of kindness, “In China, I am afraid you must not have had any chance to see a real gun. Ordinarily, the ones you usually play with

we are competing, I don’t want to talk unfair advantage of you. You can get familiar with it

well-intended on the surface, but they secretly contained contempt and satire that could not be

sentence as they walked towards them. Phoebe’s face immediately turned dark and she complained with

really disgusting

pursed his lips and stood straight to

to see the result of the

she heard

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

advantage of others. He wanted to see Ernest make a fool

“Shameless!”

a low voice and stepped forward to grab Ernest’s arm, “This competition is meaningless, we won’t

the back of her hand with his own palm, grabbed

“It’s okay.”

with an unsmiling smile, “We will wait and see, who

his face, “Since Mr. Jenkins is

to feel the

normally have the opportunity to touch a

be worthy of pursuing Florence, the marksmanship must be the best.

taken aback. A

hundred percent error

it was

get a perfect score,

completely

good and is considered top-notch marksmanship. The score of hundred, I am afraid is very difficult for anyone to do. This feels like forcing us to do something almost

you are not

fun at Benjamin unabashedly

ugly. From the card game till now, Phoebe had troubled him everywhere. She

it! Really damn

wanted to kill

his heart, Benjamin maintained a calm expression on his

almost no one can, but