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?

second thought, wondering if the one that Florence had a

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

man that

her phone back. Upon hearing his question, she knew

privacy of a girl. How could

disdain, “Why should I tell

even encountered Harold and others. She should

and immoral man without any

seen by Harold, she would be quite embarrassed

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

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

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

didn’t have the guts to imagine what

didn’t think that Florence would rather love other

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

so close to her and his face

tender skin with no poles, showed up in front of

heart skipped

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

friends now. Please

that all the heated breath when he spoke overwhelmed Phoebe’s

found it so hard to

such a shameless person. He even acted like a spoiled

my face! I won’t

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

out her palm to him, she said, “Give me back

you so stubborn. What’s so harmful if

the phone and continued

sent Florence a

you got the answer? Do you have a crush

done, Phoebe almost puked

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

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

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

said in a fierce tone, “Behave yourself!

pounced at,

kept twitching. After a long while, he uttered a

all stopped talking. In silence,

gathering together. Why were they