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

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

“Beep. Beep---”

The countdown continued.

Only forty seconds left.

in nervousness, looking at

front of her, and they were so close. However, there

I

his

trying his

Looking at the man in front

he was too

nodded solemnly. Her slightly trembling

gazing at the countdown on

asked, “Are you going to cut the

answered

picked up a dagger on the

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

would be when cutting the wire, he might make a mistake

there was a mistake, the victim

was a matter

at least fifty meters away from here,” Stanford gave an order to

motionlessly, staring at Ernest determinedly. “I’ll stay here and watch. I want you to be

Generally speaking, there shouldn’t be

However, he didn’t speak.

the bomb in his hand. The sharp dagger approached the three most critical wires in side

he cut them off, it was a matter

in

almost couldn’t breathe because of nervousness. Her twinkled eyes focused on Ernest. Before he started to cut, she

tone, “Go out with Stanford. Tell me which one

would be rescued or the bomb would explode, she wanted to bear it herself

quite small. She could hold it

her

in a deep and determined tone, “Trust

stressed each syllable as if the words were smashed

hammering almost calmed down in an

moment of life or death, she trusted

that he would resolve

nodded, withdrew her

“Beep. Beep. Beep--”

they only had thirty