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...

can’t he wake up? What

back, gazing at

the bed and looked at Ernest with a

has been always in a coma.

was shocked. “How

should be because he has been

words were reechoing in

quilt on Ernest with

thick

fingers trembled, tears dropping from her

his wounds under the bandage at

a trembling voice, she asked, “How serious has he been

was in a

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 wounds looked

Florence looked extremely pale and couldn’t help

him here and find a doctor from a private clinic to see him. The doctor said he was badly injured, but he was

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

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

for him

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 find Collin. Ernest will recover pretty

Clarence shook his head.

him to the hospital. Before

I would ashore in the nearby area, so they were looking for me everywhere. I could hide from them myself, but Ernest

Clarence found such a shabby building and took Ernest to

medical environment.

could be imagined that all the telecommunication in this city was watched by Benjamin’s men. They

city had been guarded as well. As soon

Ernest, how was seriously injured and in a coma. He couldn’t escape from this city in secret at

looked quite pale, feeling depressed

lips parted. She stammered,

to have

to escape from here besides taking care of him. That’s why I happened

was such a

would be beaten to death or disabled on

She looked at