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...”

Ernest’s

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

“Beep. Beep---”

The countdown continued.

Only forty seconds left.

nervousness, looking at Earnest

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

trust me. I can

of his hands

gripped her tightly, trying his best to making

the beeps. Looking at the man in

believed that he was too

solemnly. Her slightly trembling body finally calmed

with a serious look, gazing at the countdown on the bomb

asked, “Are you going to

Ernest answered without

a

go out and

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

a mistake, the victim and the bomb remover would

a

from here,” Stanford gave an order

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

shouldn’t be anyone next to the

However, he didn’t speak.

fully concentrated on the bomb in his hand. The sharp dagger approached

it was

happen all in

eyes focused on Ernest. Before he

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

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

had seen it and the bomb was quite small. She could hold it in

griped her

deep

if the

was hammering almost

crucial moment of life or death, she

that he

nodded, withdrew her

“Beep. Beep. Beep--”

they