My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Benjamin looked at the targets and laughed satirically, “Mr. Jenkins, why did you make them move the targets farther away? If the distance is far, it is not easy to shoot.”

He paused, then made a face of sudden enlightenment and said, “But this way, the distance is far and even if the final score is low, it can still be considered excusable.”

Although he was saying that he understood, but his tone felt more like he had exposed Ernest’s dishonest intentions.

Facing Benjamin’s sarcastic targeting, Ernest pursed his thin lips, his expressions unchanged and his tone indifferent.

“Just wait and see.”

Simple words, neither denying nor opposing, but with a transcendent aura and confidence as if everything was under his control.

This kind of self-confidence made Benjamin feel very uncomfortable and uneasy.

For just a rich guy from City N, he couldn’t understand where Clarence’s confidence came from? And this kind of self-confidence and control made him couldn’t help but think of Ernest.

That tricky man once took away what originally belonged to him in such a high-spirited manner.

Benjamin gritted his teeth inwardly and said without a smile, “Okay. I will wait and see!”

There was the smell of gunpowder in the air.

Stanford watched Ernest holding his gun. His expressions changed slightly and he said, “If you want to hit the target from this distance, you will have to consider more factors. It is already very difficult. Even if you can hit up to the score of ninety, you will already be considered a very powerful person.”

Florence became even more worried. Even Stanford had said so, Ernest’s desire to get a good result was just baseless.

If his score was too bad, wasn’t Benjamin going to take it as an opportunity to ridicule and humiliate him?

However, Ernest had never been a reckless person, why did he suddenly do this?

Florence’s palms were nervously sweating.

Ernest’s expression was indifferent, and there was no nervousness at all.

He turned the pistol in his hand, feeling it to become familiar and turned his gaze to Florence not far away.

With a deep gaze, he said in a soft tone, “Look carefully, this is for you.”

What was for her?

saw the pistol spin around in Ernest’s slender fingers in a beautiful circle. Then he held it in his

and crisp,

“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”

gunshots and the

resonant and

at Ernest as if in shock, who was holding the gun calmly and gracefully, firing all of the ten

a free

man completely crazy? Did he even take this competition

fired, he was about to say something sarcastic immediately. However, at

“Ten points.”

“Ten points.”

“Ten points.”

…

continuously. All

even suspected that maybe

looked at it again and again and even confirmed with the referee who was checking the

shaky voice, “Congratulations

“Impossible!”

spoke incredulously, his face almost

to insult and ridicule Clarence. He had never thought

such a long distance but still accurately got the perfect score. Was

confirmed again and again.

only got ninety-nine point nine, but he got a full hundred. The difference between him and you is the difference between perfect and

ugly as if he

burned into his cheeks and made them hurt. He was

the result, Florence was both shocked and relieved

so good at marksmanship! No wonder

tension in her heart and was about to congratulate Ernest, but

look quickly! The bull’s eyes on the targets that were hit make a

find that after all of the bull’s eyes were shot, the disordered arrangement of the targets accentuated the visual effect and connected the bull’s eyes into a heart

carefully, it is for you’,

her was a heart made by the shots in

deliberately