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.

gone just now?” he mumbled and redialed the number to continue his

watched him recede, frowning

almost found by Stanford, the latter

her was blocked,

looked over at Benjamin with

Benjamin’s expression slightly changed.

on my body. When I’m in trouble, the signal

the signal was

looking

didn’t you

his lips and said naturally, “I didn’t

call different phones

she could kick

If she kicked him in anger,

She calmed herself down.

your chip

Benjamin calmly nodded. “Yes.”

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

car to

approached him and asked solemnly, stressing each syllable, “Where is the

chip was embedded under the

quite bloody to cut off his skin, for

pointed at his

it?” Florence was

frankly explained, “I’ve had my appendix cut before, so

the skin but inside his

twitched fiercely. She looked slightly

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

doctor. If she forced to cut it open,

would be an outsider. Benjamin

so his men had already caught up with them

pay any attention, she

to take

Benjamin curled up his lips into a happy

can never

under his

Florence tightened his body.

Benjamin’s man, secretly waiting for the chance to take