My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 791

Florence ran very fast. She used the fastest sprint in her life and ran very far. Even so, she still heard the gunshot faintly.

The sound of the gun seemed to hit her, making her stiff and cold.

There was a fight inside?

A bullet didn't care where he was, but Ernest was still alone and badly injured. How could he hold on?

The very thought brought her out in a cold sweat and she suddenly realized something.

Ernest was lying to her!

He knew that he couldn't delay Samantha for too long by words, let alone delay her for an hour.

He just wanted her to leave and keep her alive

Florence's tensed body shook and almost fell down.

The next moment, she turned around in fear and ran in the direction she came. Her eyes were red as if they were about to crack.

She was terrified.

She was afraid that she would see Ernest's body when she went back.

Even if she had to die, she would die with him. How could she live alone?

Liar! Liar!

She would never trust him again.

This way was ten times and a hundred times farther than when Florence left.

Every minute and second, she felt as if she had been through a few centuries.

The further she went back, the louder and harsher the gunshot she heard.

Her eyes were blurred with tears. She didn't dare to imagine what was going on with Ernest.

How miserable and terrible it would be.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bullets hit the trunk one after another.

The guards were getting closer and closer.

Because of so many bullets and distance, Ernest couldn't even shoot. As long as he stretched out a finger, he will be shot.

He lost all his strength and leaned against the tree trunk with a pale face.

He looked extremely calm and indifferent, ignoring the danger and bullets behind him. He looked straight at the direction in which Florence left tenderly.

He broke his promise.

'Will Florence blame me after she comes back? Will she be very sad?' he thought.

But that time, he was afraid that he couldn't wipe her tears.

"Bang!"

A bullet went through the edge of the tree trunk and hit him in the arm.

Ernest's body trembled. He slowly lowered his head and looked at the new wound on his arm. His expression did not change much.

He didn't care that those people had already come.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

All of a sudden, the sound of gunshots came from another direction.

Bullets were shot at the guards one by one.

Several more people fell down.

Ernest's eyes, which weren’t shining, suddenly trembled. In surprise, he looked up at the place where the gun was shot. When he saw clearly who it was, his pupils suddenly were dilated.

He shouted angrily, "why did you come back?"

Hearing the roar of Ernest, Florence finally felt relieved.

Fortunately, she made it.

He was still alive.

She didn't delay. With a gun in her hand, she took advantage of the geographical advantage to shoot continuously at the group of people.

Through the rustling trees and grass, she saw a person lying on the ground.

This was the first time that Florence had killed someone.

But she was so scared that she was numb. She was like a shooting machine, pulling the trigger continuously.