My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins
Chapter 567: Stab Him if He Is Not Dead
“Fuck off!”
When she almost blacked out, Florence heard a voice that was different from others who wanted to kill her. She thought she was dreaming.
She wondered who the man was.
Judging from his voice, she felt quite familiar.
In difficulty, she opened her eyes. Through the space between her fingers, she saw the tall and strong figure walking towards her under the sunlight. He pushed the onlookers away and stood in front of her.
Frowning deeply, he squatted down.
He said in a tender tone that made her heart tremble, “I’ll take you away.”
As he spoke, he lifted Florence from the ground and carried her in his arms tightly.
Florence was still blurred. As if she was dreaming, she looked at the familiar look and outline of his face.
Her lips trembled. She asked, “Are you... are you Ernest?”
“Ernest is not the only hero who could save the beauty,” the man said disdainfully, “Besides, do I look like Ernest a lot?”
Hearing his teasing tone, Florence recognized that it was Clarence.
How could it be Clarence to save her?
Florence’s eyes twinkled. Her excited heart suddenly sank.
His face wasn’t disguised by Ernest.
He was not Ernest.
However, she disdained herself. It was uncertain that if Ernest was still alive. How could she expect that he would appear and save her from hell as if he were a god from heaven?
Seeing that Florence’s face dimmed, Clarence frowned unhappily.
“Florence, after all, for saving you, I broke into such a dangerous place. Could you at least pretend to be grateful for me, please?”
Florence choked up. She indeed appreciated his help. Just that she was so fragile now, so she only concentrated on the matter that she cared about the most.
She hadn’t shown her gratitude to him yet...
While they were talking, the onlookers pushed away returned to their senses.
bitch is a murderer. You’d better
down. Or,
at them, looking
and down. Seeing how miserable she looked, he
those onlookers would have beaten Florence to death, wouldn’t
the truth but they wanted to beat her to
Clarence held Florence tightly.
turn now, pals. Beat them to
speaking, some huge noises were raised next to
next second, a group of homeless rushed over with sticks in their hands. They beat on the onlookers without
Ouch! They hit
“Help--”
for help
would be beaten right after they had beaten
homeless were all merciless. They hit those onlookers so violently
become heroes or heroines. Covering their heads, they rushed to
chaos on
Clarence took the chance and was
hatefully gazing at Benjamin, who was sitting in the wheelchair
doctor in the onlookers just now. He gave Benjamin a first-aid and bandaged
He stopped bleeding.
head with his eyes closed. Nobody knew if
check on him. Stab him if he’s
him to
popped violently. He stared at Florence in disbelief, and his mouth
you changed to another person?
so ruthless that she wanted to
said naturally, “Do
he was still alive, there would be a lot
shook his head. He hadn’t forgotten the tortures
had come this far, they’d rather stained their hands with blood
his lips, he was about
“Young Master!”
crowd. With concerns, she knelt in front of Benjamin,
same time, behind her, several
all Benjamin’s
they
frowned deeply, feeling