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?

a second thought, wondering if the one that Florence had a crush on was

so he wanted to confirm

man that Florence

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

girl. How could a man

him in disdain, “Why should

She even encountered Harold and others. She should haven’t accepted their invitation and

was such a shameless and immoral man without

knew that her privacy was seen by

Otherwise, you can’t blame me for killing you!” Phoebe threatened

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

they should celebrate it. However, if

the guts

Ernest. Harold didn’t think that Florence would

her privacy. Please tell me ... who on earth does she like?” Harold said in a flattery tone with a smile, suddenly approaching

to her and his face was enlarged in front of her eyes. They were so close that they

pretty brows and eyes, even his tender skin with no poles,

skipped

to her. Instead,

we’re good friends

was so close to her that all the heated breath when

enough found it

never seen such a shameless person. He

out of my face!

distance. Feeling the fresh air around

palm to him, she said, “Give me back the

What’s so harmful if you told me?” Harold bitched about

raised the phone and continued

also sent Florence a

got the answer? Do you have

done, Phoebe almost puked blood in

He couldn’t get an answer from her,

now and know nothing yet.

pressed Harold on the sofa. Dragging his wrist, she

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

pounced at,

looked at the woman straddling on him in shock, his mouth corners kept twitching. After a long while, he uttered a few words, “Do you want to fuck

silence, they gaped at the two on the

just hung out for a drink and gathering together. Why were they