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

telling time if the phone ran out of power; she had

was

rotated to the third frame, it transformed into a tiny light bulb that lighted the

see properly inside the car because of

the car was now a shambles, with

of high quality, and the windows were not

snow, and the

Clarence currently leaned on was sunken and he was

when they fell

he wouldn't be leaning

left arm was completely drenched

was pale and he appeared

when she saw him in

heart felt like it was weighing a thousand

he become

treated yet; once the bleeding stops, everything

calmly as he gently pushed himself up with

was moving slowly, which was unusual

brought to tears when she saw him like this

though she were suffocated and couldn't say

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

first-aid kits for emergencies, one of which was placed behind

and extracted bottles for wound cleansing and bleeding control. She was now well-versed in

examined her from head to toe to ensure

bit," Florence said, shaking

she was wounded, she knew he'd insist on treating

carefully removed his

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 been

into

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