My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Florence followed the bodyguard and quickly walked to the villa where Benjamin was being held.

She had guessed before that Benjamin might be tortured terribly, but she had not imagined that Benjamin could be so miserable.

In the dark and depressing room, where there was not even a single ray of sunlight, Benjamin’s hands and feet were chained with heavy iron chains. The scars from the explosion had not yet been healed but were picked open and dripping with blood on his body.

But yet, medicine was applied to it so that he wouldn’t bleed to death or become infected.

On the parts of his body that were not so severely wounded, Benjamin had all sorts of strange cuts and marks.

There was not a single piece of intact skin to be found all over his body, not even on the soles of his feet.

He was lying on the ground and in a mess, not even like a human being.

It was worse than being alive.

Florence stared at him blankly, unable to tell what she felt in her heart.

There was no sympathy or pleasure.

A proud man who once could have whatever he wanted was now in this state, sad and lamentable.

To Benjamin, death was the only way to be decent.

But, being able to die was extravagant for him now.

The bodyguard stood alertly beside Florence, carefully shielding her.

“Miss, don’t go too far over. He’s covered in blood, lest you dirty your shoes.”

These tones and words indicated as if Benjamin was a stinking mess of rubbish on the ground.

Benjamin’s body, which was lying stiffly on the ground, moved weakly as if to express his anger.

Florence pursed her lips, looking at him with a sullen gaze.

“He never opened his mouth?”

“Yes. He’s so stubborn, not afraid of any torture or pain. He’s so obsessed with going to die with another person.”

The bodyguard said with a headache.

Florence frowned as she heard it with a heavy heart. Benjamin’s obsession was too deep and reckless, just like a madman.

even

to make him talk?

that easy for him

came from

dressed in casual clothing and holding a small, black box in his hand, walked over with a grim

gritty gaze as if he wanted to stomp him

Collin still had to

This was so annoying.

at Collin, and her gaze fell upon the box

is the ‘The

a doctor, and all the medicine

all the way from the Fraser family by plane, and Collin went to

Collin couldn’t even

he handed the box

hurt a

of Florence holding the black

drop of blood to

This was too solemn!

black box, hesitated, and said tentatively, “Collin, Benjamin isn’t dead yet either. Your medical skill is unparalleled. As long as there’s still a breath, you can save him, right? How about you

they wouldn’t need to waste

and turned his entire body off the ground so that

“Look for

when

left chest, and bones fractured in several places. Even broken bones that pierced out of his skin

must be broken bones pierced into his

was severely dented, that his heart was

curled her lips with her eyes widened, “He’s still alive after all

had wholly overturned her perception of the human

disgusted, “If it wasn’t for me, would he still be

hated to kick Benjamin

admiration for Collin from the bottom of her

like that, his medical skills were indeed the pinnacle of

and looked at Florence with

pity that I can only keep him alive for a while, but not too long. And

Florence’s hand, “We

was even more amazed, “With this, you can bring Benjamin

Collin snorted coldly.

there are only two bottles of it in the entire Fraser family. And it’s for

realized something and hurriedly shut his