My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

The car, which had been parked steadily, suddenly shook violently. And then, it plunged downwards violently before they could react in time.

Florence’s butt was off the seat instantly, and she flew towards the roof of the car as if weightless.

She was about to hit the roof of the car.

“It’s collapsing!”

Ernest’s low and depressing voice came into her ears.

He moved swiftly, pulling Florence and holding her in his arms. He fastened the seat belt in the back seat to her with a click.

At the same time, his tall body resisted the downward force and pressed his whole body against hers, hiding her entire body under his.

However, the man’s powerful embrace made Florence even panic and fear.

He would be hurt to the utmost like this!

She stared blankly out of the tilted window and saw the snow and rocks outside had crumbled down with the collapse, crashing down after their car.

The cave-in on the road was so massive that nearly all the cars in front had fallen off. Amid the chaos, Florence couldn’t even see Stanford and his men.

Had they fallen too?

She didn’t know.

Nor did she have time to think about it. She felt an intense crash the next second. The car was tumbling down the slope with a massive jolt that almost shattered her bones all over.

And the car was still rolling rapidly downwards.

The pain in her body was so great that she couldn’t hold on any longer and fainted.

…

Florence opened her eyes again after some time.

It was a total blackout in front of her, where no light could be seen. She felt hopeless, as if she was in hell.

She was dazed for a while and unable to come back to her senses for a long time, not knowing whether she was still alive.

Or had she fallen to her death?

Her mind replayed the image of falling down the snowy mountain.

The collapse.

car and fell

Right, where was Ernest?

body was infused with strength in

just to touch the person who

was no one on top of her when

her face went pale

Ernest hadn’t fastened his seat belt but held

still passed out from the pain. So, wouldn’t

ten times more

“Ernest…”

spoke shakily in a hoarse

echoed in the

silence all

was all tensed

Ernest? Where was Ernest? She didn’t dare to think about

but tremble. Her shivering hands groped around haphazardly, trying to find that familiar

But there was none.

empty seat and

Ernest! Where are you? Where

fearful voice was shaking uncontrollably, so severely that she almost choked with

seemed to

body that came from all

forcing herself to endure the tearing pain, Florence unbuckled the seat belt

and eagerly felt for something else,

felt something sticky and stained her entire

What was

to her nose very slowly. Instantly, she smelt

It was blood!

it hers? However, apart from the pain from the bump, there didn’t seem to be any visible wounds

this was a lot

stunned for a second, Florence realized with fear that

It was his.

hurriedly shivered and felt towards

sticky blood, she finally touched the corner of the shirt. That cold

lunged forward in a panic,

Ernest, are you alright? Are

could smell the

dared to think how many wounds he had, how much blood he had shed,

stiff and cold as she held him, just like

be physically cold and stiff if he was