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

Right, where was Ernest?

body was infused

to touch the person

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

her face went pale

hadn’t fastened his seat belt

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

was ten times more

“Ernest…”

in a hoarse

voice echoed in the

all around was

was all

was Ernest? She didn’t dare

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

But there was none.

only the empty seat and the cold

are

fearful voice was shaking uncontrollably, so severely

seemed to be

get up. As she moved, besides the intense body that came from all over her

herself to endure the tearing pain, Florence unbuckled

felt for something else, trying

around, she felt something sticky and stained

stiffened. What

nose very slowly. Instantly, she smelt the heavy scent of

It was blood!

the bump, there didn’t seem to be any visible wounds

a lot of

Florence realized with fear

It was his.

she hurriedly shivered

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

a panic, wrapping the

are you alright?

she could smell the heavy scent of

think how many wounds he had, how much blood

his body stiff and cold as she held him, just

cold and stiff if he was on the verge of