My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Even though Florence knew nothing about car racing, she knew how dangerous it was to drive blindfolded.

She was so thrilled that she nearly jumped off the railing, and she shouted at Ernest, “Clarence, what are you doing? What are you doing blindfolded? Take the handkerchief off quickly.”

Was he trying to get himself killed for driving like this?

Ernest smirked as his handsome face slightly uplifted in the direction of Florence.

His voice was soft and calm, “I’ll be fine. Only I will win this bet.”

His tone of conviction, not only just telling Florence, but also to Benjamin on the other side.

Benjamin didn’t even expect Clarence to suddenly come up with this, blindfolding his eyes while doing this!

After all, they were at the mountain road near a cliff. If one drove off course, he would either die hitting the mountain wall or falling off the cliff.

Then again, even if he drove straight over, he would probably misjudge and collide with him for being unable to determine the distance.

What was Clarence thinking? Was he afraid of looking it, so he blindfolded himself?

Was he determined not to make the turn, trying to suicide?

Such perception had let Benjamin get cold feet, cold sweating on his forehead.

Benjamin hadn’t really intended to collide with Clarence and have a car crash from the very beginning.

Yet he hadn’t meant to lose either.

He was the young master of the Turner family, a man who had been through the dark side, and he had trained his courage long ago. It would be ashamed for him to concede defeat on such a death race, and he would never be able to hold his head up again.

Benjamin was now surprisingly in a difficult position.

He glared at Clarence, gritting his teeth as he raised his voice, “Mr. Jenkins, there’s no such rule about blindfolding in a death race. If you wish to do this, it will be dishonourable even if I win. So you’d better take it off.”

A death race was a bet on the two’s boldness. Seeing Benjamin’s aggressive action was what scared Clarence off.

Ernest sat calmly in his car, sneered as he said sarcastically, “Cut the crap. Let’s get started.”

Ernest stepped on the

car sped up,

tugged Phoebe’s hand nervously, looking at Ernest, who was inside

However, she couldn’t bear to see

had inadvertently noticed

she

mind, Stanford then gazed at the racing

time he had seen such a blindfolding

feel nervous too, wanting to know the result,

reason, he subconsciously felt that there

mountain road, the two cars accelerated, rushing towards each other at

he had reasonable control of the steering wheel, maintaining a straight line,

tensed up, looking straight at

was

car was

and in just a

jumped the gun, his car had

didn’t mean to slow down, charging towards

seemed determined to perish with him, not

his

want to lose! Nor could he

of the Turner’s family young

The car

“No!”

couldn’t hold it and shrieked as

in utter horror that the two

them was going

want to die?

“Squeak…”

a sharp and piercing brakes squeal was

moved the

straight past several metres away

he looked at the racing car that had just

Clarence was in that