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...”

me!” Ernest’s deep voice interrupted her

transparent tubes inside it, and tried to balance the shaking water in

“Beep. Beep---”

The countdown continued.

Only forty seconds left.

nervousness, looking

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

trust me. I can

one of his hands to grab

gripped her tightly, trying his

continued with the beeps. Looking at the man in front of her, Florence trusted him for some

that he was too capable

nodded solemnly. Her slightly trembling body

stood next to them with a serious look, gazing at

asked, “Are you going

Ernest answered without any

up a

said solemnly, “Mr. Fraser, please go out

he would be when cutting the wire, he

was a mistake, the victim and the

a matter of

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

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

frowned. Generally speaking, there shouldn’t be

However, he didn’t speak.

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

was a

all in the nick

of nervousness. Her twinkled eyes focused on Ernest. Before he started to cut, she

trembling but determined tone, “Go out with Stanford.

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

the bomb was quite small. She could hold it

her hand

deep and determined tone, “Trust

syllable as if the words were smashed onto

heart that was hammering almost

life

believed that he would resolve it

nodded, withdrew her hand

“Beep. Beep. Beep--”

that they only