My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

“It’s me. Wake up,” Florence whispered to call. She wanted to wake him up but seemingly, she was afraid to bother him with her voice.

She felt conflicted but extremely delighted.

“Ernest...” she whispered to call him again and again.

However, the man on the bed seemed to have been in a deep sleep. He didn’t respond at all.

His eyes still closed, his eyelashes covering his eyes tightly. He was lying there peacefully and breathing slightly. His breath was so light that she could barely see his chest heave up and down.

Florence was taken aback in confusion. Ernest had always been quite alerted. Even if he was in a sound sleep, as soon as there was any movement next to him, he would wake up immediately.

Besides, she had been calling him so many times. He should have opened his eyes long ago.

Florence stood there motionlessly for a long while. Blood drained from her face bit by bit. It wasn’t until now did she calm down from the extreme joy. She realized that something was wrong.

“Ernest, what’s wrong with you?” she asked in a soft tone.

Slowly, she reached her hands towards his face.

Her fingers reached his cheek first. What she could feel was the icily cold.

It felt like touching a piece of ice.

Florence’s eye pupils fiercely shrunk. She wondered why his body was so cold.

The temperature was so low as if he were not an alive human being.

“Ernest, wake up. What’s wrong with you? Don’t scare me!” Florence said trembly. The cold sweat dripped from her forehead.

It was so difficult for her to finally find him. She couldn’t let anything bad happen to him.

She dared not to test his breathe. She grabbed his shoulders, trying to shake him to wake up.

When she was about to move, Clarence snapped to stop her, “If you moved him, he would truly die.”

Florence stopped in fear.

Her tightened heart was trembling. However, in extreme nervousness, she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

She could tell from Clarence’s words that Ernest was still alive.

However...

wake up?

looked back, gazing at Clarence in

bed and looked

has been always in a

was shocked. “How could

should be because he has been

words were reechoing in Florence’s

she lifted the quilt on Ernest with

chest was wrapped by thick bandages, which had been

fingers trembled, tears

his wounds under

she asked, “How serious has

in

dragged by a piece of wood, floating on the sea. When I saw him,

that Florence looked extremely pale and couldn’t help trembling. Immediately, he stopped and decided to change

the shore. Then I brought him here and find a doctor from a private clinic to see him. The doctor said he was badly injured, but he was quite strong both physically and mentally. He could

advanced equipment here. His health condition

had survived, there was not advanced medical equipment

sorry for him that her whole

hand and asked between sobs, “Why did you keep him here? You should have sent him to the hospital. Contact Stanford and ask him to save Ernest! Collin is an excellent doctor. As long as Ernest is alive, Collin could save him. Let’s go back to

Clarence shook his head.

I took him to the hospital. Before the

that I would ashore in the nearby area, so they were looking for me everywhere. I

why Clarence found such a shabby building

also the reason that they didn’t have a good medical environment. Instead, they could only receive

in this city was watched

had been guarded as well. As soon as Clarence was leaving,

of Ernest, how was seriously injured and in a coma.

looked quite pale, feeling depressed

She stammered,

seemed to have read

for ways and chances to escape from here besides

was such a

would be beaten to death

twinkled. She