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 dying.

make

be that easy for him to

teeth came

casual clothing and holding a small, black

if he

had to

This was so annoying.

gaze

is the ‘The

a doctor, and all the medicine

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

Collin couldn’t

nodded as he handed

a

holding

need a drop of blood to

This was too solemn!

dead yet either. Your medical skill

they wouldn’t need to

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

said, “Look for

when she

fist-sized chunk was dented in Benjamin’s left chest, and bones fractured in several places. Even broken bones that pierced out of his skin could be

broken

was severely dented, that his

lips with her eyes widened, “He’s still

wholly overturned her perception

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

kick Benjamin to

admiration for Collin from the bottom of her

life after being like that, his medical skills were indeed the pinnacle of the medical world, a miracle that no

looked

pity that I can only keep him alive for a while, but not too long. And he can’t even reach the physical

looked at the box in Florence’s hand, “We still

Benjamin

Collin snorted coldly.

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

suddenly realized something and