My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 561: Revenge

It was a normal pen, which could be bought from any store on the street.

Besides, its shape had been changed and it was broken so seriously that Florence even couldn’t tell what it looked like originally.

However, she could recognize the carved smiling face on it.

It was the birthday gift that she gave to Ernest.

She particularly asked the owner to carve a smiling face according to her request.

It wasn’t a valuable pen, but she knew that Ernest took it along with him almost all the time, just like his watch and ring. He treasured the pen more than anything else.

Usually, he wasn’t willing to use it at all.

However, the pen appeared in Benjamin’s hand and was broken so seriously...

“This is fished out by my men from the sea,” Benjamin explained out of his kindness.

Florence knew which area of the sea he referred to.

Although the pen looked ordinary, it had good quality. It turned to be like this under a huge impact force or an explosion.

Ernest always kept it next to his skin.

It meant that Ernest must be quite close to the bomb and had received the strongest impact force.

His pen had become like this. Florence couldn’t imagine what about him...

Her whole body was weakened. Florence fell to the floor.

Her mind was in a mess, keeping buzzing. Suddenly, something that she had forgotten became clear in her mind.

She recalled it.

When they fell into the sea, Ernest whispered in her ear, “Florence, I won’t let you die.”

He promised her that he wouldn’t let her die.

Hence, when they fell into the sea, he tore the bomb away from her.

Under the impact force when bumping into the water, he pushed her away and distanced the bomb from her rapidly.

from the explosion came from the direction

but

“No--”

of

help yelling, seeing black. She held

Impossible! I don’t

and thin together

won’t! He won’t do it!” she

bottom of her heart was collapsing as if it

had been blown to pieces by the explosion. He was no longer

her too much pain

was like being torn apart

if her whole world had been

complacently. He enjoyed seeing how painful and miserable Florence

was, the happier

was, the more hope he

down bit by bit and turn into a walking

hoarse voice made him

for rescuing you. It was you who

were reechoed in Florence’s

like a needle

a daze, tears dropping.

Ernest wouldn’t take

was all because of

was the one who had

why don’t

and glared at

want to live on any longer, she didn’t think she

his eyes full

Fraser, death is the simplest thing

slowly and picked up the scissors that

the bandage on his face open bit by

fell one after another. His eyes,

even her eyes were tearful,

she had

vicious than she could describe. His whole face was full of seriously burned scars and rotten flesh, intertwined with the pus.

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