My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

It was quite crowded on the street. If she kept poking against his neck with the scissors, the crowd would mistake her as a criminal.

Benjamin’s men shouldn’t be so capable to snipe her here.

The most important for her now was to ensure where she was so that she could contact Stanford to save her.

Florence kept driving. When she found a far-off lane, she pulled over the car and moved Benjamin out, pushing him in the wheelchair.

Benjamin looked at her in confusion. “Flory, what are you doing?”

“Shut up.”

Florence wrapped Benjamin’s face with a scarf. Only his eyes were exposed.

After making him look like a patient without any abnormality, she pushed him towards a telephone booth.

She had observed while driving here through -- there were telephone booths along the street. She could contact Stanford.

Florence pushed Benjamin into the telephone booth. Then she dialed Stanford’s number.

“Beep--”

The phone was cut off after a beep.

Florence looked at the phone in confusion, wondering what had happened. Was the telephone broken down?

She dialed the number again.

However, it was the same as the first time. After a beep, it was cut off.

Florence frowned. She tried three times, but the same thing happened. She immediately changed to another telephone booth.

She had tried all the telephone booths nearby, but she failed all the time.

She wondered why.

In confusion, Florence became uneasier and uneasier.

“Hello? Hello?... Why is my call cut off? So weird. It worked well just now. Suddenly there’s no signal on my phone,” right then, a passerby said while holding his cell phone.

Then he kept checking the signal. After he was a dozen meters apart, he sighed in confusion again.

was it gone just now?” he mumbled and redialed

watched him recede, frowning

was hiding in her bedroom and almost found by Stanford, the latter wanted to call the doctor but Ernest used

was blocked, so she couldn’t make

looked over at Benjamin

Benjamin’s expression slightly changed.

my body. When I’m

enough, the

frowned deeply, looking at

you mention

“I didn’t hope

her try to call different phones continuously and enjoyed the

she could kick

now. If she kicked him in

She calmed herself down.

function, can your chip expose your

Benjamin calmly nodded. “Yes.”

Benjamin’s car. However, much to her surprise, he also had such a thing

could change the car to escape, but

stressing

was embedded under the skin of

to cut off his skin, for her freedom and safety, Florence was willing to do

his

Florence

appendix cut before, so the

the

twitched fiercely. She

the chip but she dared not to cut his

to cut

a doctor, there would be an outsider. Benjamin probably would make some

he had GPS on him, so his men had already caught up with them

any attention, she could be caught

didn’t dare to

her panic, Benjamin curled up his lips into a happy smile, looking

are alone. You can

was under

Florence tightened his body.

Benjamin’s man, secretly waiting for the