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!”

followed Florence in and

and fear, keeping making apologies to the man

Florence stiffed.

those maids caught up with

addressed this man as “Young

should be the person in charge of this

Standing two-step away from the man,

you know where Ernest Hawkins

been burned to change, but he

rough as if his vocal cords had been seriously

ironic tone, “I didn’t expect your first question as soon as you

Florence stiffed.

had been

and looked

heck are

Flory, who do you

with hatred as a demon climbing up from the hell, wishing to drag her into hell the

from Florence’s face immediately. An impossible name appeared

took several steps

in an extremely trembling voice,

panicked face, the bandage on the man’s face

each syllable, “Why? Why are

guess was

falling into

It was him!

It was really him!

Even you were not dead in the explosions, how could you be able to deal with

sure that things had already become unpredictable when

chased them immediately, wasn’t able to

run into the bombs inside the church. He would be seriously injured even if he hadn’t been killed. How could he be able to

Florence was so freaked

I had expected all the possibilities that would happen,

would survive was that he would jump into the sea while holding you. By using the huge impact from the sea water, he could manage to bump the bomb away from

the man who was wrapped by the bandage all over as if she was gaping at a

all the possibilities and come out with all the

he could take her away from the sea before Stanford

up here