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 direction where Ernest distanced himself

but Ernest died

“No--”

the thought of

She held

way! Impossible! I don’t

said he would go through think and thin together with

He won’t! He won’t

her heart was collapsing as

that Ernest had been blown to

brought her too much

being torn apart

world had been dimmed

laughed complacently. He enjoyed seeing how painful and

was, the happier

more desperate she was, the more hope he

down bit by bit

made him sound

rescuing you. It

reechoed in

word was like a needle stabbed into

a daze, tears

it weren’t that he wanted to rescue her, Ernest wouldn’t take the

all

wished that she was the one

Turner, why don’t you kill

suddenly looked up and glared at

his hands and didn’t want to live

his

“Florence Fraser, death is the simplest thing in this world. However, living is

up the scissors that had been stabbed onto

cut the bandage on his face open

one after another. His eyes,

his face completely, even her eyes were tearful, she

wondered what she had

whole face was full of seriously burned scars and rotten flesh, intertwined with the pus. It was crisscrossed

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