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

reckless man, so he wanted to confirm

man that

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

a girl. How could

to him in disdain, “Why should

Harold and

such a shameless and immoral man without

privacy was seen by Harold, she would be

now. Otherwise, you can’t blame me for killing you!” Phoebe threatened him, gritting

however, didn’t take her words to his heart. He was super concerned about his best

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

the guts to imagine what

didn’t think that Florence would rather

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

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

heart skipped

Instead, he blinked

we’re good friends now.

that all the heated breath when he

enough found it so

never seen such a shameless person. He even acted like a spoiled child to

of my face! I won’t tell

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

palm to him, she

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

the

also sent

you got the answer? Do you have a

had done, Phoebe almost

was! He couldn’t get an answer from

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

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

said in a fierce

at,

straddling on him in shock, his mouth corners kept twitching. After a long while, he uttered a few

all stopped talking. In silence, they gaped

Why were they tangling with each other