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? What happened to

back, gazing at Clarence

bed and looked

whispered, “Since I rescued him and took him here, he has been always in a coma. He hasn’t woken

“How could it

should be because he has been seriously

words were reechoing in Florence’s

on Ernest with her

thick bandages, which had been soaked by his

fingers trembled, tears

check his wounds

she asked, “How serious has he been

in a

in the sea, I found him. He was dragged by a piece of wood, floating on the sea. When I saw him, his body was soaked with blood. There were a lot of bomb fragments on his body. His

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

pulled him and swimming onto 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

no advanced equipment here. His health condition couldn’t be improved. That’s why he

survived, there was not advanced medical equipment or treatments, he had to

felt so sorry for him that

Ernest’s 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

Clarence shook his head.

the hospital. Before the treatment, I saw Benjamin filtering the patients one after another in each

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

Clarence found such a shabby building and took Ernest

medical environment. Instead, they could

all the telecommunication in this city was watched

certain that all the entrances and exits of this city had been guarded as well. As soon

injured and in a coma. He couldn’t escape from this city in secret

quite pale, feeling depressed and

parted. She stammered,

have read her mind.

escape from

such

be beaten to death or disabled on the

twinkled. She looked at