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...

up? What happened

gazing at Clarence in

and looked at Ernest with a

he has been always in

was shocked. “How could

because he

reechoing

quilt on Ernest with her trembling hands. Then,

saw that Ernest’s chest was wrapped by thick bandages, which had been

tears dropping from

check his wounds under the bandage

asked, “How

in

sea. When I saw him, his body was soaked with blood. There were a lot of bomb fragments on his body. His wounds looked bloody and

extremely pale and couldn’t

I brought him here and find a doctor from a private clinic to see him. The

he was too seriously injured, there was no advanced equipment here. His health condition couldn’t be

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

for him that

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

Clarence shook his head.

soon as I got on the seashore, I took him to the hospital. Before the treatment, I saw Benjamin filtering the patients

were looking for me everywhere.

such a shabby building and took Ernest to

they didn’t have a good medical environment. Instead, they could only receive

watched by Benjamin’s men. They were waiting for Clarence

the entrances and exits of this city had been guarded as

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

looked quite pale, feeling depressed and

parted. She

to have read her mind.

been searching for ways and chances to escape from here besides taking care of him. That’s why

such a

not, Florence would be beaten to death or

twinkled. She looked at Clarence