My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 457

Benjamin sneered and said in a threatening manner, “Could it be that Mr. Jenkins is afraid and doesn’t dare to go on, so let Flory detain and stop it?”

Florence was stunned. She was genuinely worried about Ernest, but such a move was maliciously interpreted by Benjamin as such.

If Stanford misunderstood…

Florence glared at Benjamin then looked at Stanford.

“I think this is too dangerous and I don’t want anyone to have an accident because of it.”

Stanford gazed deeply, “I know. You’re a girl and it’s reasonable to be scared for seeing anything so dangerous.”

Stanford was very thoughtful in helping Florence to defend herself.

However, his words didn’t mean to spare Clarence.

A girl would feel scared for not seeing such a dangerous thing. But as a man, one had to take in it his stride.

Florence was melancholy and couldn’t figure out why Stanford, who was always open-minded, would make things so difficult for Ernest.

But if she continued to stop them, they would overthink that Ernest was just gutless and had deliberately let her stop him.

Florence didn’t want Ernest to be seen in this way, but on the other hand, she didn’t want him to get hurt or get into trouble.

She was torn.

Ernest gazed at Florence’s tangled look heartily, and he squeezed her hand with his broad palm.

He bent down suddenly, getting close to her, and whispered in her ear, “Florence, trust your man.”

His voice was low and charming.

His words even struck Florence’s heart at once.

She blushed and shook off his hand in panic.

Besides her first night when they had slept together without even seeing each other’s face, they hadn’t had any intimate relations again. Wouldn’t calling himself this a bit…

Ernest grinned, seeing Florence’s shy look.

He said again, “Wait for me here. Remember what you have promised me this morning. Fulfil it when you get back.”

What had she promised him?

After a few seconds of hesitation, it occurred to Florence that in the morning, she had been forced to promise him that she would please him with her hands.

His anger had long since subsided, and he didn’t need it at all. Why would he still ask Florence to do that at night…

She felt ashamed by just thinking of it.

Florence was rattled and didn’t dare to look at Ernest.

It was indeed terrible for a man to be shameless.

Amid Florence’s shy daze, Ernest had already let go of her and walked over to the racing car.

He pulled open the door and got into the vehicle with great aplomb.

Raising his chin, he looked at Benjamin with a smirk, “Mr. Turner, let’s begin.”

His posture was casual and fearless, as if everything was under his control.

Benjamin frowned deeply, feeling uncomfortable seeing Clarence like this.

Shouldn’t he be trembling with fear? Even if he could barely get into the car, he would just be toughing his way through.

But now, it seemed that Clarence wasn’t even afraid at all. He looked so at ease as if this was on his home turf.

But the information couldn’t be wrong.

Unless Clarence was really bracing himself and bluffing. Just that his acting skills were so good that he looked so real.

She certainly wasn’t so tensed up after only knowing Clarence for a day.

She gripped Phoebe’s hand sheepishly and stammered as she explained, “I’m just simply worried him. No matter who it is, I would be so nervous and concerned when facing such a life-and-death matter.”

“You didn’t care so much about Benjamin either.”

Stanford debunked faintly. Florence didn’t even look at Benjamin since the two got into the car. She had already fixed her eyes on Clarence.

Florence explained again, “That’s because… Clarence is a friend…”

“Just a friend?”

Stanford gazed at Florence sharply and continued to pursue the question.

Florence was already nervous and timid, nearly showing all her expressions on her face.

Phoebe looked at her worriedly, fearing that Stanford would find something wrong with her. She then hastily tugged at Florence, pointing at the racing car below in surprise and said, “Flory, look. What is Clarence doing?”

Florence looked along her line of sight, and she stared in dismay and fear.

Ernest was holding a black striped handkerchief over his eyes!

Stanford’s attention was also drawn to it. His tone was heavy and yet surprised, “Is he trying to drive blindfolded?”

A death race was inherently extreme dangerous, while a blindfolded death race was simply challenging one’s limit.

You couldn’t see anything in the dark but still slam down on the accelerator, not even knowing the distance between the two. And in the dark, whatever was unknown was magnified. It felt like you had driven ten metres even if just driven one metre.

And without knowing the actual distance, it was also possible for you to think that you had driven five metres, but in fact eight!

In this case, even to give in, they would crash too!

Clarence was playing with his life for driving blindfolded.

A race that was only supposed to determine a winner had its danger level soared because of this, with an extra eighty per cent chance of someone getting killed...