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

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

However, there was a bomb between them as well. Once it

me. I

his

trying his

the man in front of her, Florence trusted him for some

that he was

solemnly. Her slightly trembling

look, gazing at the countdown on the bomb without a

you going to cut the

Ernest answered without any

quickly picked up a dagger

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

the wire, he might make a mistake

mistake, the victim and

was a matter of

here,” Stanford gave an order to the

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

speaking, there shouldn’t be

However, he didn’t speak.

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

was a

all in the nick

focused on Ernest. Before he

tone, “Go out with Stanford. Tell me which one to cut. I’ll cut it

matter what it would end up to, and no matter if she would be rescued or the bomb would explode, she wanted to bear it herself instead of pulling them

bomb was quite small. She could hold it in one of

her hand

a deep and

each syllable as if the words were smashed onto

heart that was hammering almost calmed down

the crucial moment of life

believed that he would resolve it

nodded, withdrew her hand

“Beep. Beep. Beep--”

that they only had thirty