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.

on her

phone ran out of power; she had no idea it also had a

torch was soon

rotated to the third frame, it transformed into a tiny

see properly inside the car

before, the car was now a shambles, with shattered

high quality, and the windows were not broken despite the

in snow, and the

currently leaned on was sunken and he

have formed when they fell

wouldn't be leaning in

left arm was

was pale and he

but cry again when she saw

like it was weighing a

become so badly

treated yet; once the bleeding stops, everything will be

gently pushed himself up with

which was unusual for

brought to tears when she saw him like this and instantly reached in to assist

were

paler. "Please bring

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

grabbed for it and extracted bottles for wound cleansing and bleeding

head to toe to ensure she

a little bit," Florence said, shaking

wounded, she knew

removed his suit from his left

white shirt beneath had ripped apart, revealing a visibly lengthy wound on his arm. The reddish-white shirt, the

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