My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 567

“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.

Pointing at Clarence’s nose, they snapped, “This bitch is a murderer. You’d better mind your own business. Put her down!”

“Right! Put her down. Or, we’ll beat you up, too.”

They were cursing at them, looking quite angry.

Clarence looked at Florence up and down. Seeing how miserable she looked, he pulled a long face. His eyes became fierce.

If he hadn’t been here coincidentally, those onlookers would have beaten Florence to death, wouldn’t they?

Those stupid onlookers didn’t know the truth but they wanted to beat her to death. Did they think they were God?

Clarence held Florence tightly.

Suddenly, he raised his tone and yelled, “It’s your turn now, pals. Beat them to death. I’ll take the responsibility.”

As soon as he finished speaking, some huge noises were raised next to them.

The next second, a group of homeless rushed over with sticks in their hands. They beat on the onlookers without any hesitation.

“Ah-- Ouch! Ouch! They hit me!”

“Help--”

Exclaims for help were hear immediately.

They hadn’t expected that they would be beaten right after they had beaten the woman fiercely.

The homeless were all merciless. They hit those onlookers so violently as if the onlookers would definitely become disabled.

The onlookers immediately gave up the idea to become heroes or heroines. Covering their heads, they rushed to escape.

There was chaos on the street.

In the chaos, Clarence took the chance and was about to carry Florence away.

Suddenly, Florence grabbed his arm, hatefully gazing at Benjamin, who was sitting in the wheelchair not far away.

There was a doctor in the onlookers just now. He gave Benjamin a first-aid and bandaged his neck.