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?

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

reckless man, so he wanted to

is the man that Florence

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

of a girl. How could a

should I tell you? Give me

She shouldn’t have hanged out tonight. She even encountered Harold and others. She should haven’t accepted their invitation and sat with

shameless and immoral man without

that her privacy was seen by Harold, she would be

you can’t

He was super concerned about

they should

the guts to imagine

didn’t think that Florence

about her privacy. Please tell me ... who on earth does she like?” Harold said in a flattery tone

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

tender skin with no poles, showed up in front

skipped

Instead, he blinked his almond-shaped eyes, playing at being cute to

good friends now. Please

so close to her that all the heated breath

it

such a shameless person. He even acted like a spoiled child

my face! I

for a distance. Feeling the fresh air around

her palm to him, she said, “Give

you so stubborn. What’s so harmful if you

the

sent Florence

Do you have a crush

what Harold had done, Phoebe almost puked

answer from her, so he sent Florence a message using her

Florence should be doing the quiz now and know nothing yet. Otherwise, if she replied, Harold would surely

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

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

at, Harold

his mouth corners kept twitching. After a long while, he

stopped talking. In silence, they

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