My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 683

Ernest stood up in the end.

His tall figure approached Florence out of a sudden. He looked down and sounded demanding.

“If you won’t come up yourself, then I’ll have to carry you.”

Florence widened her eyes in surprise.

Ernest’s arms were injured. How was he going to carry her?

After all, carrying a person in his arms was the most tiring way and it required more strength to do so.

However, when Florence looked into Ernest’s eyes, she knew she had to listen to him this once.

Florence could never refuse his decision on Ernest made up his mind

After all, Ernest was tall and strong. It was an easy task for him to pick her up and carry her in his arms.

Florence gritted her teeth and asked in resign, “Just for a while. I’ll continue walking once I’m done resting.”

“Sure.”

Ernest answered softly. Then he squatted down before Florence again.

Florence was wearing thick clothes. She climbed onto Ernest’s back clumsily.

Ernest secured Florence with one arm, then stood up after making sure Florence stayed in a comfortable position safely on his back.

The moment Ernest stood up, his face went pale.

A sharp pain pierced through his back.

The injury on Ernest’s back hadn’t fully recovered yet. A bone fracture wasn’t exactly an easy-to-be-healed injury.

The fact that Ernest carrying Florence on his back added an excessive burden to his back.

However, Ernest paused for only a second before he started walking and headed forward.

What was the big deal with his injuries?

Florence was tired. He had to carry her.

Ernest continued heading forward. He carried Florence on his back while stepping on the snow.

A trail of heavy footprints was left behind.

Ernest’s back was thick. It felt like a warm and soft bed. It allowed Florence to lean comfortably on it.

Ernest walked steadily. His footsteps weren’t wobbly at all. Florence felt like she could fall asleep on it.

In just a few seconds, Florence felt sleepy. She couldn’t control herself anymore. Her eyes were half-closed.

Ernest’s husky voice rose from in front, “Florence, stay awake.”

Ernest’s voice acted as a ringing alarm clock for Florence. Florence quickly opened her eyes.

However, the sleepiness was strong.

Florence gritted her teeth and tried to stay awake, “I won’t sleep.”

If a person fell asleep in the snow, he would probably never wake up again. Florence knew it as common sense.

But she was so tired.

It was like Ernest could see what was going on with Florence. He said, “Florence, what culture do you think Raflad is practising?”

Raflad.

The thing that concerned Florence at most in the past few days.

Florence wanted to be in Raflad so much that she dreamt about arriving Raflad once she woke up from sleep.

Florence became more lively when a topic she was interested in was brought up. She did some thinking and answered Ernest earnestly.

“Usually, a small and self-isolated country like this is conservative. The people might not be wealthy as well. Maybe we could even see a society ruled by a king who has many princesses.”

Ernest continued heading forward at a steady pace. He replied softly, “Probably.”