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

make

won’t be that easy

of teeth came

dressed in casual clothing and holding a small, black box in his hand,

a gritty gaze as if he wanted to stomp him to death

still had to let Benjamin

This was so annoying.

gaze fell upon the box

this is the

was a doctor, and all the medicine was

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

Collin couldn’t

he handed

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

of Florence holding the

drop of blood

This was too solemn!

as she looked at the black box, hesitated, and said tentatively, “Collin, Benjamin isn’t dead yet either. Your medical

need to waste something

walked over to Benjamin with a grim face and turned his entire

“Look for

gasped when she saw

sure how did Collin do it. A fist-sized chunk was dented in Benjamin’s left chest, and bones fractured in several places. Even broken bones that

broken bones pierced into his heart

his chest was severely dented, that his

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

her perception

would he still be alive? It’s exhausting trying to resuscitate

to kick Benjamin to

admiration

Collin could still save Benjamin’s life after being like that, his medical skills were indeed the pinnacle of the medical world, a miracle that no

and looked

but not too long. And he can’t even reach

the box in Florence’s hand, “We still

bring Benjamin back to life, being as healthy as a normal

Collin snorted coldly.

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 case

something and hurriedly shut his