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.

was fearless, not even

make him

be that easy for him

of teeth came

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

as if he wanted to stomp him to

still had

This was so annoying.

at Collin, and her gaze fell upon

this is the

doctor, and all the medicine was under his

from the Fraser family by

Collin couldn’t even

nodded as he handed

it will hurt a little.

holding the black box

a drop of blood to open

This was too solemn!

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 you try to resuscitate

wouldn’t need to

grim face and turned his entire

said, “Look

when she saw

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

be broken bones pierced into his

dented, that his

eyes widened, “He’s still

had wholly overturned her perception of the

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

to kick Benjamin

then turned into admiration

medical skills were indeed the pinnacle of the medical world, a miracle that no one else could

and looked

him alive for a while, but not too long. And he can’t even reach the physical conditions to

in Florence’s hand, “We still

even more amazed, “With this, you can bring Benjamin

Collin snorted coldly.

life-saving treasure. But, unfortunately, there are only two bottles of it in

something and hurriedly shut