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

Right, where was Ernest?

heart was pounding, and her stiff body was infused with strength in a

the person who was

that there was no one on top of her when she moved

and her face went

bumps, Ernest hadn’t fastened his seat belt but held her tightly, taking most of the

out from the pain. So, wouldn’t Ernest

damage was ten times

“Ernest…”

spoke shakily in

echoed in the empty darkness

all

was all tensed

She didn’t dare to

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

But there was none.

the empty seat and the cold

Where are you? Where are

was shaking uncontrollably, so severely

darkness seemed to be swallowing

to get up. As she moved, besides the intense body that came from all over her body, there was the seat belt pulling

to endure the tearing pain, Florence unbuckled the seat belt with her

felt for something else, trying to

she felt something sticky and stained her

stiffened. What was

the sticky finger to her nose very slowly.

It was blood!

pain from the bump, there didn’t seem to be any visible wounds on her

was a lot

realized with fear that this was

It was his.

trembled violently as she hurriedly shivered and

sticky blood, she finally touched the corner of the shirt. That cold sensation and stained with sticky blood made her

Florence lunged forward in a panic, wrapping

Ernest, are you alright?

she got closer, she could smell

think how many wounds he had, how much blood he had shed, and

stiff and cold as she held him, just like a frozen

and stiff if he