My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

“Oops! Do I need to take advantage of you? You should know I have plenty of girlfriends,” Harold said disdainfully.

However, his tall and strong body kept pressing towards Phoebe.

As he spoke, he reached out to grab her cell phone.

Phoebe looked at him warily. In an instant, she raised her phone backward. “What are you doing?”

“Let me take a look at who your babe is,” Harold said naturally.

Reaching out his long arm, he grabbed Phoebe’s cell phone.

Then he pulled with strength. The phone was snatched from her.

“Give me back my phone!” Phoebe exclaimed.

Harold, however, took a few steps back. Then he immediately looked on Phoebe’s phone. His long fingers scrolled up the chatting log.

The person, Phoebe’s babe, seemed to have a crush on someone.

According to their dialogues, it seemed that the person liked the one very much.

Harold didn’t care about it at all. However, he was curious who Phoebe’s babe was.

Then he kept scrolling up the chat log.

“Harold Hammer, have a shame! Stop reading my chat log. It’s my privacy!”

Phoebe stamped in anger. She punched at him to grab her phone back.

Harold acted faster ... he pressed Phoebe’s shoulder with one hand to keep her distance away from him. His other hand still quickly scrolled up the chat log.

Although the nickname of the person was “Babe” on the chat window, Harold tabbed the person’s profile portrait and saw a familiar face.

It turned out to be Florence!

Phoebe and Florence were besties, so it was natural for the former to call the latter Babe.

The key point was that the chat content that Harold didn’t pay much attention to had become the most important information.

Florence had a crush on someone, didn’t she?

Florence fell in love with someone, didn’t she?

That was big news. If Ernest knew it, wouldn’t he be overjoyed?

the one that Florence

man, so he wanted to confirm it with

man that Florence has a

to get her phone back. Upon hearing his question, she knew that Harold the jerk had already read her chat

of a girl. How could

him in disdain, “Why should I tell you? Give me back

even encountered Harold and others. She

a shameless and immoral

by Harold, she would be quite

what you’ve seen just now. Otherwise, you can’t blame me for killing

take her words to his heart. He was super concerned about

had a crush on Ernest, everything would be wonderful and they should celebrate it.

guts to imagine

didn’t think that Florence would rather

is my best friend’s fiancée. I also care about her privacy. Please tell me ... who on earth does she like?” Harold said in a flattery tone with a smile, suddenly

phone from Harold’s hand. He suddenly got so close to her and

skin with

skipped

hadn’t realized anything when being so close to her. Instead, he blinked his

friends now. Please

all the

it so hard

He even acted like a

of my face! I won’t

pushed him away. She also moved back for a distance. Feeling the fresh air around

him, she said,

stubborn. What’s so harmful if you told me?”

naturally, he raised the phone

also sent Florence

got the answer? Do you

Harold had done, Phoebe almost puked

this man was! He couldn’t get an answer from her, so he sent Florence a message using

nothing yet. Otherwise, if she replied, Harold would

Rushing over, she pressed Harold on the sofa. Dragging his wrist, she straddled

him, she said in a fierce tone, “Behave yourself! Give me the

at, Harold

mouth corners kept twitching. After

all stopped talking. In silence, they gaped at the two on

out for a drink and gathering together. Why were they tangling with each other like this in