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?

wondering if the one that Florence

so he wanted to

the man that

trying to get her phone back. Upon hearing his question, she knew that Harold

of a girl. How could a man be

in disdain, “Why should I

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

was such a shameless and immoral man without

by Harold, she

what you’ve seen just now. Otherwise, you can’t blame me for killing you!” Phoebe threatened him, gritting her

words to his heart. He was super

on Ernest, everything would be wonderful and they should

have the guts to imagine what

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

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

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

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

skipped

her. Instead, he blinked his almond-shaped

friends now.

so close to her that all the

enough found it so hard

shameless person. He even acted like a spoiled child

of my face! I won’t

back for a distance. Feeling the fresh air around her, she felt that her heated cheeks

she said, “Give

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

raised the phone and

also sent Florence

“Have you got the answer? Do

Harold had done, Phoebe almost puked blood

man was! He couldn’t get an answer from

know nothing yet. Otherwise, if

over, she pressed Harold on the sofa. Dragging

a fierce tone, “Behave

pounced at,

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

the box all stopped talking. In silence, they gaped at the

hung out for a drink and gathering together. Why were they tangling with