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.”

saying that, Ernest stepped on the accelerator without

car sped

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

she couldn’t bear to see Florence’s stressful

had inadvertently noticed

genuinely good to Florence. Although she was a bit

mind, Stanford then gazed at the racing

the first time he had seen

the result, whether it would be a tragic car

felt that there was no way Clarence would

rushing towards each other at an increasingly

the steering wheel, maintaining a

all tensed up, looking straight at the car

breath was almost

was

the two cars was getting smaller, and in just a

had jumped the gun, his car had

slow down, charging

perish with him, not intending

widened his eyes, tensing

lose!

dignity of the

eyes reddened, all his muscles were tense and aching. The car was going faster and faster, and they were about

“No!”

it and shrieked as she burst into

that the

was

all want to

“Squeak…”

sharp and piercing brakes

abruptly turned the steering wheel and moved the car to the

drove straight past several metres away before he then slowed down and

the car, as he looked at the

was