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.

not even afraid of dying.

make him

that easy for him to

teeth came from the doorway.

a small, black box

a gritty gaze as if he wanted to stomp him to

Collin still had to

This was so annoying.

at Collin, and her gaze fell upon the box in his

is

a doctor, and all the medicine was

was sent all the way from the Fraser family by plane, and Collin went to get it

couldn’t even

he handed the box to

and it will hurt a little. It needs a little of your blood

movement of Florence holding the

did it need a drop of blood to

This was too solemn!

at the 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

wouldn’t need to

to Benjamin with a grim face and turned his entire body off the ground so that he was

“Look for

gasped when she

Benjamin’s left chest, and bones fractured

must be broken

his chest was severely dented,

with her eyes widened, “He’s still alive

had wholly overturned her

it wasn’t for me, would he still be alive? It’s exhausting trying to

hated to kick Benjamin to

into admiration for

save Benjamin’s life after being like that, his medical skills were indeed the

looked at

that I can only keep him alive for a while, but not

looked at the box in Florence’s

Benjamin back to life, being as healthy as

Collin snorted coldly.

only two bottles of it in the entire Fraser family.

realized something and