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

wasn’t a reckless man, so he wanted to confirm

is the man that Florence has a crush

down, trying to get her phone back. Upon hearing his question, she knew that Harold the jerk had already read her

the privacy of a girl. How could a man

said to him in disdain, “Why should I tell

and others. She should haven’t accepted their invitation

such a shameless and immoral man

was seen by Harold, she would be quite embarrassed

you can’t blame me for killing you!” Phoebe threatened him, gritting her

words to his heart. He was super

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

the guts to imagine what

be so charming as Ernest. Harold didn’t think that Florence would rather love other garbage and give up

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

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 were

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

skipped

so close to her. Instead, he blinked his almond-shaped eyes, playing at being cute to

we’re good friends now. Please tell

all the

it so hard

He even acted like a spoiled child to

my face! I

pushed him away. She also moved back for a distance. Feeling the fresh air around her, she felt that her heated cheeks cooled down a

her palm to him, she

if you

raised the phone

also sent Florence

got the answer? Do

done, Phoebe

this man was! He couldn’t get an answer from her, so he sent Florence a message using her

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

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

down at him, she said in a

at, Harold

on him in shock, his mouth corners kept twitching. After a long while, he uttered a few words, “Do you want to

the box all stopped talking. In silence, they gaped

gathering together. Why were they tangling with each other like