My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

“Freeze! Get her!” The maid hurriedly yelled after returning to her senses.

Tossing the dishes in the tray, she chased Florence.

Florence was running at the highest speed of her life.

She believed as long as she could run out, she could escape from here.

While running, she also saw what was outside her room. In the corridor, several doors were leading to different rooms.

Each door was closed. She wondered what was locked up inside.

Was there any human who was locked up just like her?

Florence thought about it and her heart skipped a beat suddenly. She wondered if Ernest was also locked up in one of the rooms.

At the thought of it, she slowed down. The next second, she rushed to a door of a room and twisted the doorknob to open.

“Bang!”

When she pushed the door open, she acted fast and fiercely. The door bumped onto the wall directly.

A man inside was shocked. His hand trembled and the scissors in his hand stabbed directly into the white bandages.

Seeing that, Florence was startled, feeling a bit guilty.

“Sorry. I...”

When she was about to apologize, she saw the man in the wheelchair with his face bandaged turn around. She gaped.

His whole head was a bandage. It seemed that he was about to change the dressing. She saw his bald head and forehead that were full of burn scars.

She could tell that the scars were quite new, and some of them hadn’t completed scared. With the black and rotten flesh, he looked ferocious and horrible.

Florence cast a glance and felt sickened. She almost vomited.

How could he be burned so miserably?

He was still alive. That was truly a miracle.

“Excuse us, Young Master. We were off-guard and she ran out!”

maids followed Florence in and blocked her

their eyes were full of panic and fear, keeping making

Florence stiffed.

those maids caught up with her, her escaping

she noticed that they addressed this man as “Young

person in charge of this

into the room. Standing two-step away

“Do you know where Ernest

to change, but he was gazing at Florence with

his vocal cords

a steady and ironic tone, “I didn’t expect your first question

Florence stiffed.

couldn’t tell his appearance. His vocal cords had been injured, so she

and looked at him

the heck are

Flory, who do

from the hell,

An impossible

several steps

an extremely trembling voice,

the bandage on the man’s face was pulled

syllable, “Why? Why are you so

guess was

falling into hell in an

It was him!

It was really him!

Turner, did you save me? How could it be possible? Even you were not dead in the explosions,

become unpredictable when Ernest jumped into

Stanford, who chased them immediately, wasn’t able

bombs inside the church. He would be seriously injured even

freaked out,

all

fail to remove the bomb on you. The only way that you would survive was that he would jump into the sea while holding you. By using the huge impact

gaped at the man who was wrapped by the bandage all over as if

incident happened, he had foreseen all the possibilities and come out with all

could take her away from

locked her up here as the bargaining