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?

if the one that Florence had a crush

he wanted

that Florence has a crush

up and down, trying to get her phone back. Upon hearing his question, she knew that Harold the

of a girl.

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

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

shameless and

privacy was seen by Harold, she would

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

her words to his heart. He was super concerned

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

have the guts to imagine

be so charming as Ernest. Harold didn’t think that

her privacy. Please tell me ... who on earth

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 so close that they almost

skin with no poles, showed up in front

heart skipped

when being so close to her. Instead, he blinked his almond-shaped

friends now. Please tell

was so close to her that all the heated

found it so hard to

such a shameless person. He even acted

face! I

pushed him away. She also moved back for a distance. Feeling the fresh air around her, she felt that

him, she said, “Give me

so harmful if you told me?” Harold bitched about her

he raised the phone

sent Florence

answer? Do you

what Harold had done, Phoebe almost puked blood

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

be doing the quiz now and know nothing yet. Otherwise, if she replied,

on the sofa. Dragging his wrist, she

him, she said in a fierce tone,

pounced at,

in shock, his mouth corners kept twitching. After a long

silence, they

drink and gathering together. Why were they tangling with each other like this