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.

So weird. Why was it gone just now?” he mumbled and redialed

him recede, frowning

hiding in her bedroom and almost found by Stanford, the latter wanted to call

the signal around her was blocked,

at

Benjamin’s expression slightly changed.

answered indifferently, “There’s an intelligent chip on my body. When

the

frowned deeply, looking at

you mention it

“I didn’t hope

her try to call different phones

wished that she

was like a broken toy now. If she kicked him in anger, he probably would

She calmed herself down.

can your chip expose your

Benjamin calmly nodded. “Yes.”

guessed that there was a GPS in Benjamin’s car. However, much to her

could change the car to

him and asked solemnly, stressing each

of chip was embedded

bloody to cut off his skin, for her freedom and safety, Florence

pointed at his

it?” Florence

appendix cut before, so the chip

the

corners twitched fiercely. She

to cut off his skin to take out the chip but she dared not to cut his belly

a doctor. If she forced to cut it open, he

an outsider. Benjamin probably would

men

any attention,

dare to take

curled up his lips

are alone. You can never

was under

Florence tightened his body.

be Benjamin’s man, secretly waiting for the chance