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.

how to make him

be that easy for

of teeth came from the

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

gaze as if he wanted to stomp him to

had to let

This was so annoying.

and her gaze fell upon the box in

is the

and all

way from the Fraser

couldn’t even

nodded as he handed

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

Florence holding the black box

drop of blood to

This was too solemn!

gaze changed as she looked 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

need to

a grim face and turned his entire body off the ground so

said, “Look for

gasped when she saw

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

must be broken

dented, that his

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

had wholly overturned her

looked disgusted, “If it wasn’t for me, would he still be alive? It’s exhausting trying

kick Benjamin to

was shocked initially but then turned into admiration for Collin from the bottom

skills were indeed the pinnacle of the medical world, a miracle that

and looked at Florence with

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

in Florence’s hand, “We

this, you can bring Benjamin back to

Collin snorted coldly.

This thing is a real life-saving treasure. But, unfortunately, there are only two bottles of it in the entire Fraser family. And it’s for Stanford in

suddenly realized something and hurriedly shut his