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?

looked back, gazing at Clarence

walked to the bed and looked at Ernest with a

took him here, he has been always in a coma.

shocked. “How could it

he has been seriously

words were reechoing in

on Ernest with her

chest was wrapped by thick bandages, which had been soaked by

fingers trembled, tears dropping from

had no guts to check his wounds under the bandage

a trembling voice, she asked,

in

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 change

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 was quite strong both physically and mentally. He could struggle

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

seriously injured. Even he had survived, there was not advanced medical equipment or treatments,

so sorry for him that her whole

Stanford and ask him to

Clarence shook his head.

I took him to the hospital. Before the treatment, I saw Benjamin filtering the patients one after another

area, so they were looking for me everywhere. I could hide from them myself, but Ernest couldn’t see

was why Clarence found such a shabby building and

medical environment. Instead, they

could be imagined that all the telecommunication in this city was watched by Benjamin’s men. They were waiting for Clarence to contact Stanford

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

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

pale, feeling depressed

parted. She stammered,

to have read her mind.

searching for ways and chances to escape from here

was such

beaten to

She looked