My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

“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 murderer. You’d better mind your own business. Put her

down. Or, we’ll

were cursing at them, looking quite

looked at Florence up and down. Seeing how miserable she looked, he pulled a long face.

onlookers would have beaten Florence

wanted to beat her

Clarence held Florence tightly.

raised his tone and yelled, “It’s your turn now,

speaking, some huge

homeless rushed over with sticks in their hands. They beat on the onlookers

Ouch! Ouch!

“Help--”

help

be beaten right after they had

hit those onlookers so

the idea to become heroes or heroines. Covering their heads, they rushed to

was chaos on the

chaos, Clarence took the chance and was

at Benjamin,

now. He gave Benjamin a first-aid and bandaged his

He stopped bleeding.

was sitting in the wheelchair, lowering his head

“Go over and check on him.

wanted him

Florence in disbelief, and his mouth corners twitched. He couldn’t believe what

have you changed to another person? You were not so

was so ruthless that she wanted to kill

up at Clarence and said naturally,

be a lot of

head. He hadn’t forgotten the tortures

had come this far, they’d rather stained their hands with blood to kill

he was about

“Young Master!”

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

same time, behind her, several people were rushing

were all

out that they had caught up

deeply, feeling extremely