My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

In an instant, the earth was shaking.

Half of the church collapsed.

In conditional reflex, Stanford ran in the other direction to dodge. However, Benjamin ran to the explosion like crazy.

The flying stones smashed on him and he trembled. He was almost smashed.

However, he kept running forward without any fear.

Stanford’s expression changed dramatically. With a bad hunch, he wanted to go after him.

“Listen! What’s the sound?”

Suddenly, Florence, who was standing at the church gate, screamed.

She finally managed to keep balance in the shock wave, and then she heard clicks on her body.

It made her hair stand on the end.

She immediately lowered her head and looked toward the shawl. In a panic, she found the bomb that didn’t work earlier started to countdown.

Only fifty-nine seconds left.

In less than a minute, it would explode.

She wondered why it would happen. Hadn’t the remote control been broken? Hadn’t the bomb lost effect already?

With a cold look, Ernest looked at the bomb on Florence with a solemn face.

“Benjamin Turner has set up a dual system. This is a water balance bomb. Once it hits or shakes violently, the bomb will restart and turn on the mod of a time bomb.”

Upon hearing it, Florence paled.

Stanford couldn’t go after Benjamin who escaped anymore. He strode over and looked sharply at the bomb on Florence.

“Can you remove it?”

“I need some time,” Ernest answered in a deep tone.

Suddenly, he pulled Florence to sit down on a bench next to them. He knelt before her on one knee, reached out, and carefully separated the bomb from the shawl, holding it in his hands gently.

The countdown showed only forty-five seconds left.

Florence looked at the countdown, and her heart was tightened.

She couldn’t help trembling in fear, afraid that Ernest would be killed as well. “Ernest, please don’t...”

Trust me!” Ernest’s deep

the whole bomb with his hands, looking at the transparent tubes inside it,

“Beep. Beep---”

The countdown continued.

Only forty seconds left.

body in nervousness, looking at Earnest with

was right in front of her, and they were so close. However, there was a bomb between them

trust me. I

used one of his hands to grab

gripped her tightly, trying his best to making

Looking at the man in front of her, Florence trusted

that he was too capable

solemnly. Her slightly trembling

look, gazing at the countdown on the bomb without a

asked, “Are you going to cut the

Ernest answered without

a

solemnly, “Mr. Fraser, please go out and retreat all

how certain he would be when cutting the wire, he might

the victim and the bomb remover would be

was a matter of

here,” Stanford gave an order to

determinedly. “I’ll stay here and watch. I want you to be a hundred

speaking, there shouldn’t be anyone next

However, he didn’t speak.

concentrated on the bomb in his hand. The sharp

cut them off, it was a matter of life or

happen all in the

of nervousness. Her twinkled eyes focused on Ernest. Before he started

in a trembling but determined tone, “Go out with Stanford. Tell me which one to cut.

matter if she would be rescued or the bomb would explode, she wanted to bear it herself instead of pulling them both into

small. She could hold it in one of her

griped her hand

a deep and determined

syllable as if the words were smashed onto

was hammering almost calmed

of life or death,

that he would resolve it

withdrew her

“Beep. Beep. Beep--”

that they