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?

second thought, wondering if the one that Florence

man, so he wanted to confirm it

is the man that Florence has a crush

was still hopping up and down, trying to get her phone back. Upon hearing his

was the privacy of a girl. How could a

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

out tonight. She even encountered Harold and others. She should haven’t

shameless and

Florence knew that her privacy was seen by Harold, she

now. Otherwise, you can’t blame me for killing

however, didn’t take her words to his heart. He was

Ernest, everything would be wonderful and they should celebrate it. However, if she had

the guts to imagine

be so charming as Ernest. Harold didn’t think

tell me ... who on earth does she like?” Harold said in a

still trying to grab her phone from Harold’s hand. He suddenly got so close to her and his face was enlarged in front of her eyes. They were

and eyes, even his tender skin with

heart skipped a

anything when being so close to her. Instead, he blinked his almond-shaped eyes, playing at being cute to

we’re good friends

the heated breath when

it

had never seen such a shameless person. He even acted like

of my face! I

moved back for a distance. Feeling the fresh air around her, she felt

out her palm to him, she said, “Give me back

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

the phone and continued

also sent

Do you

done, Phoebe

was! He couldn’t get an answer from her,

know nothing yet. Otherwise, if she replied, Harold would surely know

so pissed. Rushing over, she pressed Harold on the

a fierce tone, “Behave yourself! Give me

pounced at,

mouth corners kept twitching. After a long while, he uttered a few

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

drink and gathering together. Why were they tangling