My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 677: Let Me Do it

Clarence's eyes darkened as he realized his physical state.

His left arm had a deep and long cut, his back was somewhat fractured, and he had minor injuries on his leg. Other parts of his body were also injured.

It was just as he had predicted.

His modified vehicle shielded him from lethal damage falling from such a great height.

Furthermore, he was not wearing his seat belt and instead shielded Florence in his arms. As a result, he absorbed all of the injuries.

Clarence endured all the pain in quiet and reassured her, saying, "It's okay, don't cry."

He rubbed her on the back and said, "Did you get hurt? Let me have a look."

Florence nodded and shook her head the next second, sobbing.

She was perplexed.

Clarence's expression was solemn as he looked at her.

"Come on, get up, and let me have a look." He urged gently.

His voice was soothing.

Florence wept and slowly rose from his chest, her hands clinging to his shirt as if they would be separated if she let go.

Clarence couldn't see her face in the complete darkness, but he was certain she was crying now.

It hurt him simply thinking about her sad face.

"Turn the button on your watch three times, and it will turn on the torch," he whispered softly.

His watch had a feature similar to this, but he couldn't use it because his left hand was seriously wounded.

Florence followed without hesitation.

had put this watch on her before they departed, something

if the phone ran out of

was

it was rotated to the third frame, it transformed into a tiny

able to see properly inside the car because of the

a shambles, with shattered windows and items scattered

was of high quality, and the windows were not broken despite the

snow, and the snowdrifts

was sunken and he

have formed when they fell

be leaning

arm was completely drenched in

pale

help but cry again when she saw him in this

like it was weighing a

he become so

hasn't been treated yet; once the bleeding

as he gently pushed

moving slowly, which

saw him like this

felt as though she were suffocated and

"Please bring the first aid kit, Florence," he

had packed two first-aid kits for emergencies, one of

and extracted bottles for wound cleansing and

hand, examined her from head to toe to

a little bit," Florence said,

was wounded, she knew he'd insist on treating

and carefully removed his suit

he moved, the blood flowed out. The white shirt beneath had ripped apart, revealing a visibly lengthy wound on his arm. The reddish-white shirt, the skin, and the wound had all

broke into tears once

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