My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 568

“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.”