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 had a

reckless man, so he wanted to confirm

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 her chat log with

was the privacy of a girl. How could a man be so

disdain, “Why should

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

such a shameless and immoral

by Harold, she would be quite embarrassed and

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

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

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

have the guts to

could be so charming as Ernest. Harold didn’t think that

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

was still trying to 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

even his tender skin with

skipped a

being so close to her. Instead,

we’re good friends now. Please tell

the heated breath when he spoke overwhelmed Phoebe’s

enough found it so hard

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

out of my face! I

suddenly pushed him away. She also moved back for a distance. Feeling the fresh air around her, she felt

out her palm to him, she

harmful if you told

raised the

sent Florence

“Have you got the answer? Do you have a

Harold had done, Phoebe almost

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

Florence should be doing the quiz now and know nothing

so pissed. Rushing over, she pressed Harold on the

said in a fierce tone, “Behave

at, Harold

mouth corners kept twitching. After

In silence, they gaped at the two

out for a drink and gathering together. Why