My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 749

Stanford checked the tunnel with a flashlight. Taking two steps, he found something on the ground.

He crouched down and looked at the pavement.

"A car went through here not long ago," said he deeply.

There were shallow tire tracks on the floor that they could only find when they looked closely.

Collin stroked his chin and smiled meaningfully.

"Only a car has passed through the tunnel. The tunnel hasn't been used for years."

The insides were frozen, and the dust was thicker than his fingers.

The tunnel was dark and cold. If it hadn't been the car, they would never have found the tunnel.

"I wonder who would come in and out of Raflad at such time. It would be great if we can see him. Without him, we don't know how long it would take us to get to Raflad."

Collin smiled teasingly, taking a liking to the unknown man.

Stanford wasn't as relaxed as Collin was. The tire track showed that the car had come and gone in a few days.

And when it came back, it was obviously a lot heavier than when it left.

This meant that Florence and Ernest didn't take the car out of Raflad. They were still stuck in that country for now.

Probably they hadn't gotten the medicine.

He had to hurry to help them.

Stanford stood up and instructed, "Find out the details about the tunnel, including its length. We have to be ready to set off."

Although they were already in the tunnel, they did not have a car. The tunnel was very long and it would take them lots of time to finish it.

Stanford had no idea of what was going on with Florence and Ernest and whether they were in danger or not.

He needed to get here quickly.

At the command, the bodyguards immediately took out their personal equipment and be prepared for their departure.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the tunnel, there was a stretch version of a top-of-the-line SUV speeding along.

Inside the car, half of the seats had been removed. In the center of the car was a giant cactus.

Hector was sitting in the passenger seat, looking over his shoulder from time to time to see if the cactus was fine.

He didn't know if the cactus could stand the cold weather. He hoped that it wouldn't die before they arrived in Raflad.

Or he would fail the test.

Hector turned to the driver and said, "Drive faster."

The driver took a look at the speed and looked helpless.

The driver said weakly, "Sir, the road is unused and unmaintained for a long time. There are many invisible potholes on the road. And the weather is so cold that the road is icy. I dare not to drive too fast."

Or they might have a car accident.

Hector was a good driver, so of course he knew it.

Frowning irritably, he looked ahead the dark tunnel.

At such slow speed, it would take them two or three days to get back to Raflad.

He had only left a few days, and he missed Florence so much that he wanted to fly right back to her.

So, in order to protect themselves, they sealed the tunnel and not allow Raflad people to use it.

As the royal family rarely mentioned the tunnel, few people in Raflad knew about the tunnel.

And only the members in the royal family knew it.

The national law had banned using the tunnel, and it took Hector lots of efforts to get the approval from the royal family to reopen the tunnel.

Hector's purpose was just to bring back a cactus for Florence.

When Hector returned, the tunnel would be sealed up again.

Barring accidents, it wouldn't be opened again for the following decades.

The driver, who was appointed to make this trip, felt it was one of the most remarkable and extraordinary experiences of his career.

Florence cooked the porridge for three hours. She deliberately delayed the time so that Ernest could sleep longer. With great care, she finally got a mellow porridge ready.

She walked over to Ernest's desk with two bowls of porridge and put them down gently.

She was hesitant whether to wake up Ernest, but as she approached him, Ernest woke up.

He raised a bright smile and said, "Thank you, Florence."

Hearing the simple words, Florence felt her efforts paid off.

It was easy to be happy.

After breakfast, Ernest's spirits were much better.

Then he began to work again.