My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 679

There was nothing but white snow in this vast land.

Snow fell from the sky, making one tremble in the cold.

Florence, who was dressed in winter gear, was chilly. The situation here was the worse of any location they'd ever visited.

She wrapped her arms over her body, thought of something, and turned to Clarence.

"It's very cold here; your cotton shirt will not keep you warm; put on my winter..."

Clarence cut her off by placing his right arm on her shoulders.

"It's extremely cold, so let's not get separated and keep embracing each other," he murmured.

His tall height kept much of the wind at bay for her, making it feel warmer as they held.

Hugging did make them feel warmer, but...

Florence glanced at him with concern, and his determined expression forced Florence to stop talking about the winter gear.

He wasn't going to agree anyhow.

He was concerned that her body wouldn't be able to withstand the extremes.

Florence then placed her arm around Clarence's waist, trying to keep them as close as possible.

They were like Siamese twins, inseparably linked.

Clarence saw Florence's hand, and as she glanced at her anxious expression, his eyes darkened.

He was well aware of her objectives. But he could tolerate these extremes, and she couldn't.

“The snow is very heavy here; let us seek shelter.”

Clarence said as he swept his gaze over the surrounding, seeking a good location.

Florence, too, took in her surroundings, but she had a different plan in mind.

With the avalanche and continual snowfall, the snow began to build up on top of one another.

Even if the other cars had also fallen, there was no way of knowing where they were buried, and searching for winter gear in the other car seemed impossible.

And where had the others gone?

Would others fell as well?

Florence was worried.

Clarence observed her anxiety and said, "Florence, push button L on my watch." He inquired.

Florence was drawn away from her thoughts, she removed her glove, and pressed the watch.

A few bright red spots emerged on the screen shortly after.

“What are those?” Florence inquired.

“These symbolize your brother and the others; red lights indicate that they are still alive and well.” Clarence elaborated.

They prepared this before departing; a gadget to keep track of one other's lives.

They could tell right away if the other party was still alive and if they required assistance.

Florence felt better knowing Stanford and the others were still alive.

“I guess they'll come looking for us now that they're safe,” she said.

They simply had to wait for their assistance here.

Clarence shook his head slowly, biting his lips.