My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 567: Stab Him if He Is Not Dead

“Fuck off!”

When she almost blacked out, Florence heard a voice that was different from others who wanted to kill her. She thought she was dreaming.

She wondered who the man was.

Judging from his voice, she felt quite familiar.

In difficulty, she opened her eyes. Through the space between her fingers, she saw the tall and strong figure walking towards her under the sunlight. He pushed the onlookers away and stood in front of her.

Frowning deeply, he squatted down.

He said in a tender tone that made her heart tremble, “I’ll take you away.”

As he spoke, he lifted Florence from the ground and carried her in his arms tightly.

Florence was still blurred. As if she was dreaming, she looked at the familiar look and outline of his face.

Her lips trembled. She asked, “Are you... are you Ernest?”

“Ernest is not the only hero who could save the beauty,” the man said disdainfully, “Besides, do I look like Ernest a lot?”

Hearing his teasing tone, Florence recognized that it was Clarence.

How could it be Clarence to save her?

Florence’s eyes twinkled. Her excited heart suddenly sank.

His face wasn’t disguised by Ernest.

He was not Ernest.

However, she disdained herself. It was uncertain that if Ernest was still alive. How could she expect that he would appear and save her from hell as if he were a god from heaven?

Seeing that Florence’s face dimmed, Clarence frowned unhappily.

“Florence, after all, for saving you, I broke into such a dangerous place. Could you at least pretend to be grateful for me, please?”

Florence choked up. She indeed appreciated his help. Just that she was so fragile now, so she only concentrated on the matter that she cared about the most.

She hadn’t shown her gratitude to him yet...

While they were talking, the onlookers pushed away returned to their senses.

Clarence’s nose, they snapped, “This bitch is a

her down. Or, we’ll beat

at them, looking

how miserable she looked, he pulled a long face. His

onlookers would have

stupid onlookers didn’t know the truth but they wanted to beat her to

Clarence held Florence tightly.

“It’s your turn now, pals. Beat them to death. I’ll take

finished speaking, some huge noises were

sticks in their hands. They beat on

Ouch! Ouch! They

“Help--”

help were hear

be beaten right after they

They hit those onlookers so violently as if the onlookers would

heroes or heroines. Covering

chaos on

the chance and was about to carry Florence

at Benjamin, who was sitting in the wheelchair not far

now.

He stopped bleeding.

wheelchair, lowering his head with his eyes

her teeth, Florence said, “Go over and check on him. Stab him if he’s

wanted him

temples popped violently. He stared at Florence in disbelief, and his mouth corners twitched. He couldn’t

have you changed to another person? You were

so ruthless that she wanted

up at Clarence and said naturally, “Do you

would be a lot

hadn’t forgotten the

far, they’d rather stained their hands with blood to

lips, he was about to walk towards

“Young Master!”

of the crowd. With concerns, she knelt in front of Benjamin,

her, several people were rushing towards

were all Benjamin’s

they had caught

deeply,

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