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?

thought, wondering if the one that Florence

he

that Florence

get her phone back. Upon hearing his question,

privacy of a girl. How could a man

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

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

such a shameless and immoral man without any

her privacy was seen by

forget what you’ve seen just now. Otherwise, you can’t blame me for killing you!” Phoebe threatened him, gritting her

take her words to his heart. He was super

and they should celebrate it. However, if she had a crush

guts to

charming as Ernest. Harold didn’t think that Florence would rather love other garbage and

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

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

pretty brows and eyes, even his tender skin with no poles, showed up in front

skipped

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

friends

was so close to her that all the heated breath when he spoke overwhelmed Phoebe’s

found it so

such a shameless person. He even acted

face! I won’t

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

she

if

the

also sent Florence

you got the answer? Do you have a crush

Harold had done, Phoebe almost puked blood in

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

be doing the quiz now and know nothing

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

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

pounced at, Harold

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

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

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