My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 568: Flory, It’s Him

“Clarence, we’re far away from there now. Please put me down and take a rest,” Florence said in a hoarse voice, feeling sorry for him.

She could see that Clarence’s face was so reddened because of running. Sweat dripped from his forehead like raindrops.

He was spoiled since he was a kid and not physically strong at all. Such a long time of running should be big trouble for him.

Clarence smiled and shook his head.

He answered affirmatively, “I’m fine. When Benjamin Turner’s men returned to their senses, they would surely chase us. I must take you to the safe place.”

Otherwise, if they were caught, all their efforts would be in vain.

Florence’s eyes twinkled. She moved a bit in his arms. “Put me down. I can walk with you.”

“You are beaten so violently. How can you still walk?” Clarence looked at her doubtfully. Obviously, he didn’t believe it.

Florence shook her head. Then she nodded determinedly. “I’m fine. I can walk by myself.”

Seeing her insist, Clarence still didn’t let go of her. He kept striding.

While striding, he said jokingly, “I’d love to hold you in this way and walk back. I’ll hold you intimately. If someone knew it, he would be so jealous.”

Someone?

Jealous?

His words reechoed in Florence’s mind. She felt confused.

Suddenly, her heart hammered. Staring at Clarence with her sparkling eyes, she asked hurriedly, “What do you mean? Who will be jealous?”

“Guess.”

Clarence smiled playfully, still mocking.

Florence’s heart was like flying onto the sky, shaking, ready to fall.

Nervously, she gripped his shoulders, “Come on. Tell me. Who the heck is going to be jealous?”

Clarence shrugged, looking forward.

“We’re almost there. You can make a bold guess.”

Florence followed his gaze to look forward, only to find an old and crowded residence building, which was with several decades of history at least. It looked as if it would collapse at any time.

The building was quite shabby and dirty.

When Florence was in City N before, she had never seen such a shabby place.

She didn’t think Clarence had either.

Her heart sank a bit. She felt disappointed. Although she didn’t think it would be possible, subconsciously, she believed the person referred to by Clarence who would be jealous must be Ernest.

However, judging from the environment, Florence didn’t believe that Ernest wouldn’t be staying here since he was a proud man.

She guessed that the person Clarence mentioned wasn’t Ernest at all.

Clarence kept striding while panting, and he looked at Florence up and down.

He said jokingly, “Why? I can see you are not quite satisfied with the environment here.”

Florence shook her head. “Nah.”

She didn’t have any special feelings about the conditions or environment.

The only matter that mattered to her was Ernest. However, she didn’t know if he was alive.

Thinking of it, Florence grabbed Clarence’s clothe and said anxiously, “Clarence, do you have a phone? Give me your phone. I want to call Stanford.”

She wanted her brother to save her and find Ernest.

Clarence walked onto the old and shabby stairs with her in his arms. He answered calmly, “No worries. We’ll get in touch with him later.”

Florence was taken aback. He asked her not to be worried, but she was anxious to death.

She wondered if Clarence didn’t have any strength to fetch his cell phone while holding her.

Florence said, “Where is your cell phone? I can fumble for it myself.”

Clarence looked at her.

Without answering her, he asked again, “Aren’t you going to make a guess again? Just a kindly reminder, if you got who the person was, you wouldn’t want to contact your brother so soon.”

Florence asked in a daze, “Is Stanford in there?”

Clarence smiled. “Guess again.”

It was not her brother, but he said that after she had met the person, she wouldn’t want to contact Stanford.

Florence wondered who could be so charming to make her give up the idea.

There was only one guess in her head, but she couldn’t believe that it would be true.

She hesitated for a long while and uttered a name tentatively and gingerly, “Ernest?”

Clarence pushed an old iron gate open with a hand. Crick-crack, he walked into the room with Florence in his arms.

As soon as they entered, they were overwhelmed by the moist moldy smell.

Florence frowned in discomfort.

She hadn’t expected that Clarence would have hidden in such a place. It was a small room with shabby furniture and interior design. The only dining table was with a broken surface.

He walked in while carrying Florence in his arms. Then he put her down gently.

Lowering his head to look at her deeply, he answered, stressing each syllable, “Flory, it’s him.”

Florence was confused.

She wondered what he meant by it was him.

She was taken aback as if she got a lightning strike. She couldn’t react for a long while.

She couldn’t believe what he meant was what she had expected.

Clarence pressed her shoulders and nodded heavily to confirm. He looked quite solemnly suddenly.

“He’s in the bedroom. Be prepared. His condition...” Ernest’s condition wasn’t quite good.

Before Clarence finished his words, the girl who was standing in a daze face-to-face with him in the last second, suddenly rushed to the door of the bedroom. Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

“Pak!” She opened the door of the room in a hurry.

Florence was holding her breath.

She trembled, looking into the room, only to find a man’s slender figure on the shabby bed.

She saw his perfect features, pale face, and thick eyelashes which covered his eyes like small fans, so handsome.

He was covered with a quilt. The bedroom was fulfilled with pungent smells of the blood and the medicines.

Florence gazed at him, her eyes reddened. Tears dropped immediately.

It was him.

It was Ernest.

It was her Ernest.

He was alive. He survived!

“Ern... Ern...” Florence’s lips parted several times. Her voice trembled. She tried to spoke between sobs but failed to utter his name completely.

She was too shocked, excited, and delighted.

She had been missing him every day, expecting that he was still alive. However, when she saw it personally, she felt as if she was still in a dream. It felt so unreal.

She was afraid the illusion would be broken if she spoke loudly.

She was afraid if she blinked the illusion would appear and she would wake up.

With a complicated expression, Clarence stood at the door and looked at Florence with concerns.

He whispered, “He’s still alive. Go ahead and check on him.”

His words were like a cardiac stimulant that confirmed her thoughts.

Florence finally felt a bit confident to believe what she had seen.

Gazing at Ernest lying on the bed, she moved towards him step by step, her legs trembling.

She gently squatted down next to his bed, looking at him affectionately. Tears kept dropping from her eyes.

Between sobs, she gently called him, “Ernest...”