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?

suddenly had a second thought, wondering if the one that Florence

so he wanted to confirm it

the man that Florence has a

his question, she knew that Harold the jerk had already read her

a girl. How could a man be so

him in disdain, “Why should I tell you? Give me back

regretted. She shouldn’t have hanged out tonight. She even encountered Harold and others. She should haven’t accepted their invitation and sat

and

privacy was seen by Harold, she would be quite embarrassed

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

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

and they should celebrate it. However, if she had

the guts to imagine

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

... who on

hand. He suddenly got so close to her and his face was enlarged in front of her eyes. They were

brows and eyes, even his tender skin with

skipped

so close to her. Instead, he blinked

good friends now. Please

all the heated breath when he spoke overwhelmed

it so hard to

shameless person. He

out of my face!

the fresh air around her, she felt that her

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

if you told

the phone and

also sent Florence a

“Have you got the answer? Do you have

Phoebe almost puked blood

couldn’t get an answer from her, so he sent Florence a message using

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

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

a fierce

at, Harold

mouth corners kept twitching.

talking. In silence, they gaped

a drink and gathering together. Why were they tangling with each other like this in