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 afraid of

to make him

be that easy

teeth came

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

as if he

Collin still had to

This was so annoying.

looked at Collin, and her gaze fell upon

is the

doctor, and all the

this medicine was indeed valuable. It was sent all the way from

Collin couldn’t even

he handed the

it will hurt a little. It needs a little of your blood to open

holding the black box

it need a drop of blood to open

This was too solemn!

isn’t dead yet either. Your medical skill is

to

a grim face and turned his entire body off the ground

said, “Look for

when she

it. A fist-sized chunk was dented in Benjamin’s left chest, and bones

be broken bones

chest was severely dented, that

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

her perception of the

for me, would he still be alive? It’s exhausting trying

hated to kick Benjamin to

shocked initially but then turned into admiration

indeed the pinnacle of the medical world, a miracle that no

stood up and looked at Florence with

a while, but not too long. And he can’t even reach the physical conditions to continue the torture.

box in Florence’s

amazed, “With this, you can bring Benjamin back to life, being as healthy as a

Collin snorted coldly.

This thing is a real life-saving treasure. But, unfortunately, there are only two bottles of it in

realized something and