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

a reckless man, so he

man that

still hopping up and down, trying to get her phone back. Upon hearing his question, she knew that Harold the jerk had already read

privacy of a girl. How could a man be

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

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

shameless and immoral

knew that her privacy was seen by

you’d better forget what you’ve seen just now. Otherwise, you can’t blame me for killing

He was super concerned about his

wonderful and they should

guts to imagine what

be so charming as Ernest. Harold didn’t think that Florence would rather love other garbage and give up such an

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

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

skin with

skipped

Instead, he blinked

friends

the heated breath when he spoke

it so hard to

a shameless person. He

face!

distance. Feeling the fresh air around her, she

her palm to him, she said, “Give

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

the

also sent

got the answer? Do you have a

had done, Phoebe almost puked blood in

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,

Rushing over, she pressed Harold on the sofa. Dragging

she said in a fierce tone,

at,

corners kept twitching. After a long while,

stopped talking. In silence, they

drink and gathering together. Why were they tangling with each