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?

if the one that Florence had a

man, so he

that Florence has a crush

her phone back. Upon hearing his question, she knew that Harold the jerk had already read her chat log with

of a girl. How

disdain, “Why should

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

shameless and immoral man

Florence knew that her privacy was seen by Harold, she would be quite embarrassed and

now. Otherwise, you can’t blame me

her words to his heart. He was super concerned about

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

the guts to imagine what would

think that Florence would rather love other garbage and give up such

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

suddenly got so close to her

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

heart skipped a

close to her. Instead, he blinked his almond-shaped eyes, playing

good friends

that all the heated

found it so hard

He even acted like a spoiled child

face! I

him away. She also moved back for a distance. Feeling the

to him, she said, “Give me

harmful if you told me?”

he raised the phone and

also sent Florence

got the answer? Do you have a crush on

what Harold had done, Phoebe almost puked blood in

He couldn’t get an answer from her, so

nothing yet. Otherwise, if

on the

she said in a

pounced at, Harold

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

silence, they gaped at the two

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