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 crush on

so he wanted to confirm

the man that Florence has a crush

phone back. Upon hearing his question, she knew that Harold the jerk had

privacy of a girl. How could a

in disdain, “Why should I

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

and immoral man

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

Hammer, you’d better forget what you’ve seen just now. Otherwise, you can’t blame

to his heart. He

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

have the guts to imagine what would

other man who could be so charming as Ernest. Harold didn’t think

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

trying to grab her phone from Harold’s hand. He suddenly got so close to her and his

skin with no poles, showed up

skipped

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

good friends now.

to her that all the heated breath when he

found it so hard to

seen such a shameless person. He even

my face! I won’t

Feeling the fresh air around her, she felt

to him, she

are you so stubborn. What’s so harmful if

the phone and continued

also sent

“Have you got the answer? Do you

Harold had done, Phoebe almost

man was! He couldn’t get an answer from her, so

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

was so pissed. Rushing over, she pressed Harold on the

said in a fierce tone, “Behave yourself!

at,

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

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

gathering together. Why