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

the man that Florence has

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

privacy of a girl. How could a

to him in disdain, “Why should

and

shameless and immoral man without

by Harold, she would be quite embarrassed

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

words to his heart. He was super concerned about

crush on Ernest, everything would be wonderful and they should celebrate

guts to imagine what would

be any other man who could be so charming as Ernest. Harold didn’t think that Florence would rather

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

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

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

heart skipped a

Instead, he blinked his

friends now. Please tell

her that all the heated breath when he spoke

it

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

my face! I won’t tell

a distance. Feeling the fresh air around her, she felt that

to him, she

if you

raised the

sent Florence a

answer? Do

what Harold had done, Phoebe almost puked blood

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

Florence should be doing the quiz now and know nothing yet. Otherwise, if

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

a fierce tone, “Behave yourself! Give me

at, Harold

twitching.

silence, they

together. Why were they tangling with each other like