My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Frowning, Florence looked around, only to find a BMW parked in a corner.

She said, “I’ll drive that one. Insert the key, and you all should leave!”

The maid said angrily, “Florence Fraser, don’t push your luck too far!”

Without watching Benjamin, they wouldn’t feel relieved.

Florence was running out of patience. With a frown, she snapped, “You only have one minute to get ready. Do as I said. Otherwise, I’ll stab him to death.”

As she spoke, she looked as if she would stab further into Benjamin’s neck as the threat.

The maids were all freaked out when seeing it. Immediately, they said, “Stop moving! We’ll leave now.”

They dared not to talk nonsense anymore. Immediately, they insert the key into the engine and started it. Then they left quickly.

Soon, around the entrance, only Florence and Benjamin were left.

Benjamin sneered. “Flory, you are smarter than I thought.”

Florence was raised in an ordinary family. He didn’t expect that she could be so bold and smart.

Florence was forced to a blind alley. How could she keep being weak?

She pressed her lips. Ignoring Benjamin, she pushed him to the car.

Probably Benjamin was disabled, the car was particularly designed -- there was a piece of equipment for his wheelchair to move into the car.

Florence pushed him into the car but her hand didn’t remove from his neck.

Then she said, “You can still support your body with the other foot, can’t you?”

Benjamin’s expression changed as if he looked quite annoyed.

“Do you want me to sit on the passenger seat?”

It would be better for him to stay in the wheelchair instead of moving around right now.

However, if she allowed it, he would be behind Florence, and her scissors would leave his neck.

I wouldn’t move the scissors away from your neck. Just

to be

turned out that Florence was more cautious than he

stand by

“Sure.”

against his neck and helped Benjamin up with the other

mouth corners twitched. “You may lose balance when helping me up. Why are you still poking against my neck? What

the scissors against his

yourself. Anyway, if my hand shook, I’m not the one to be

Benjamin was speechless.

truly regretted that he had imprisoned her instead of killing her

was in her hands now, Benjamin couldn’t do

face, he

spoke, he cautiously supported his body in

could feel that his muscles and

that it must

the crimes he had committed and the

move forward slowly.

death carelessly. Although he was quite reluctantly, he was cooperative with

sat down, he exhaled

one step away had almost

he moved, the scars would crack to open. Besides, he had to stand up supported by the injured leg that hadn’t become disabled. He was almost killed

dying, Florence didn’t pity him at

scissors to poke against his neck, she held the steering wheel

performance was pretty good. It ran pretty

see several cars following them from the rearview

too far from her car, keeping

rid

following me. If I got anxious and speed up, probably my hand

Benjamin

I killed you by mistake, I still have a

Benjamin’s territory, the possibility for her

Benjamin looked so annoyed.

he couldn’t contact his men. However, what Florence said had made him

continue following them, Florence could