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?

suddenly had a second thought, wondering if the one that Florence had a

man, so he

man that Florence has

Upon hearing his question, she knew that Harold the jerk had already read her

the privacy of a girl. How

should I tell you?

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

a shameless and immoral man

seen by Harold, she would be

forget what you’ve seen just now. Otherwise, you can’t blame

words to his heart. He

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

have the guts to

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

my best friend’s fiancée. I also care about her privacy. Please tell me ... who on earth does she like?” Harold said in a flattery tone with a smile,

was still trying to grab her phone from Harold’s hand. He suddenly got so close to her and

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

skipped

hadn’t realized anything when being so close to her. Instead, he blinked his almond-shaped eyes,

friends

her that all the

enough found it so hard

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

face! I won’t tell

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

him, she said,

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

the phone and

sent Florence

Do you have a

had done, Phoebe almost

get an answer from her,

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

pissed. Rushing over, she pressed Harold on the sofa. Dragging

she said in a

pounced at,

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

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

together. Why were they tangling