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...”

speak. Trust me!” Ernest’s deep

his hands, looking at the transparent tubes inside it, and

“Beep. Beep---”

The countdown continued.

Only forty seconds left.

in nervousness,

were so close. However, there was

trust me. I

his hands to grab Florence’s

tightly, trying his best to

countdown continued with the beeps. Looking at the man in

believed that he was too capable to

Florence nodded solemnly. Her slightly trembling body finally calmed

to them with a serious look, gazing at the countdown on the bomb without

asked, “Are you going

Ernest answered

a dagger

Fraser, please go out and retreat all your

wire, he might make a

was a mistake, the victim and the bomb

a matter

least fifty meters away from here,” Stanford gave

and strong figure still stood motionlessly, staring at Ernest determinedly. “I’ll stay here and watch. I want you to be a hundred percent sure to save

shouldn’t be anyone

However, he didn’t speak.

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

cut them off, it was a matter of life or

in the nick

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

out with Stanford. Tell me which one to cut. I’ll cut

it would end up to, and no matter if she would be rescued or the

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

her hand

a deep

stressed each syllable as if the words were smashed onto

uneasy heart that was hammering almost calmed down in an

life or

that he would resolve it

nodded, withdrew her hand

“Beep. Beep. Beep--”

showed that they only had thirty