My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 458

Even though Florence knew nothing about car racing, she knew how dangerous it was to drive blindfolded.

She was so thrilled that she nearly jumped off the railing, and she shouted at Ernest, “Clarence, what are you doing? What are you doing blindfolded? Take the handkerchief off quickly.”

Was he trying to get himself killed for driving like this?

Ernest smirked as his handsome face slightly uplifted in the direction of Florence.

His voice was soft and calm, “I’ll be fine. Only I will win this bet.”

His tone of conviction, not only just telling Florence, but also to Benjamin on the other side.

Benjamin didn’t even expect Clarence to suddenly come up with this, blindfolding his eyes while doing this!

After all, they were at the mountain road near a cliff. If one drove off course, he would either die hitting the mountain wall or falling off the cliff.

Then again, even if he drove straight over, he would probably misjudge and collide with him for being unable to determine the distance.

What was Clarence thinking? Was he afraid of looking it, so he blindfolded himself?

Was he determined not to make the turn, trying to suicide?

Such perception had let Benjamin get cold feet, cold sweating on his forehead.

Benjamin hadn’t really intended to collide with Clarence and have a car crash from the very beginning.

Yet he hadn’t meant to lose either.

He was the young master of the Turner family, a man who had been through the dark side, and he had trained his courage long ago. It would be ashamed for him to concede defeat on such a death race, and he would never be able to hold his head up again.

Benjamin was now surprisingly in a difficult position.

He glared at Clarence, gritting his teeth as he raised his voice, “Mr. Jenkins, there’s no such rule about blindfolding in a death race. If you wish to do this, it will be dishonourable even if I win. So you’d better take it off.”

A death race was a bet on the two’s boldness. Seeing Benjamin’s aggressive action was what scared Clarence off.

Ernest sat calmly in his car, sneered as he said sarcastically, “Cut the crap. Let’s get started.”

After saying that, Ernest stepped on the accelerator without any hesitation.

The car sped up, rushing forward.

Florence tugged Phoebe’s hand nervously, looking at Ernest, who was inside the car.

Phoebe’s hand hurt being tugged by Florence. However, she couldn’t bear to see Florence’s stressful look, so she just endured it with gritted teeth.

Stanford had inadvertently noticed Phoebe’s movement.

Phoebe was genuinely good to Florence. Although she was a bit annoying, she was kind.

After thinking about it in his mind, Stanford then gazed at the racing cars below.

It was the first time he had seen such a blindfolding death race.

He couldn’t help but feel nervous too, wanting to know the result, whether it would be a tragic car accident or Clarence won…

He was astonished, and for some reason, he subconsciously felt that there was no way Clarence would give in.

On the mountain road, the two cars accelerated, rushing towards each other at an increasingly fast speed.

Although Ernest was driving blindfolded, he had reasonable control of the steering wheel, maintaining a straight line, rushing to Benjamin unerringly.

Benjamin was all tensed up, looking straight at the car rushing towards him.

His breath was almost stopped.

The car was getting faster.

The distance between the two cars was getting smaller, and in just a few seconds, they would collide with each other immediately.

As Ernest had jumped the gun, his car had already passed the intermediary line.

But he didn’t mean to slow down, charging towards Benjamin inexorably.