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?

gazing at Clarence

bed and looked

has been always

“How could it

he has been

words were reechoing

was startled. Then, she lifted the quilt on Ernest with her trembling hands. Then,

Ernest’s chest was wrapped by thick bandages, which had been soaked by his

tears dropping

his

trembling voice, she asked,

was in a

solemnly, “When I was swimming in the sea, I found him. He was dragged by a piece of wood, floating on the sea. When I saw him, his body

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

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

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

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

felt so sorry for him that

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.

Clarence shook his head.

got on the seashore, I took him to the hospital. Before the

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

found such a shabby building and took

they didn’t have a good medical environment.

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

exits of this city had been guarded as well. As soon as Clarence

taking care of Ernest, how was seriously injured and in

pale, feeling depressed

She stammered,

have read her mind.

and chances to escape from here

such a

be beaten to death or disabled

eyes twinkled. She looked at Clarence