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.

sat in the car and fell with

Right, where was Ernest?

and her stiff body was infused with strength in a

her hand, just to touch the person who was initially pressing

one on top of her when she moved her

was stunned, and her

bumps, Ernest hadn’t fastened his seat belt

so, she still passed out from the pain.

damage was ten times more

“Ernest…”

in a

echoed in the empty darkness without any

all around

was all tensed

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

Her shivering hands groped around haphazardly, trying to find

But there was none.

the empty seat and the cold

Ernest! Where are you?

was shaking uncontrollably, so severely

to be

body that came from all over her body,

forcing herself to endure the tearing pain, Florence

eagerly felt for something else, trying to find

she felt something sticky and

stiffened. What was

finger to her nose very slowly. Instantly, she smelt the heavy scent

It was blood!

apart from the pain from the bump, there didn’t seem to be any

this was a lot of

stunned for a second, Florence realized with fear that this was most likely Ernest’s

It was his.

as she hurriedly shivered and felt towards

she finally touched the corner of the shirt. That cold

lunged forward in a panic, wrapping the man in

are you

she got closer, she could smell the heavy scent of the

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

and cold as she held him, just like

stiff if he was on the verge