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 voice

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

“Beep. Beep---”

The countdown continued.

Only forty seconds left.

in nervousness,

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

I can remove

his hands to grab

her tightly, trying his best to making her

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

that he was too capable

slightly trembling body

a serious look, gazing at the countdown on

“Are you going to

Ernest answered without any

picked up a

go out and retreat

the wire, he might make a

was a mistake, the victim

was a matter of

meters away from here,” Stanford gave an

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

shouldn’t be anyone

However, he didn’t speak.

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

he cut them off, it was

would happen all in the nick of

twinkled eyes focused on Ernest.

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

or the bomb would explode,

small. She could hold it

griped her hand

a deep and determined tone,

stressed each syllable as if the words were smashed

that was hammering

life or death, she trusted

that he would resolve

nodded, withdrew her

“Beep. Beep. Beep--”

that they