My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

In City N, Florence didn’t have any one she would miss anymore. The only person left she needed to say her farewell personally was none other than Phoebe.

They had agreed to meet at a bar they frequented.

Florence planned to rendezvous all by herself, but Stanford was worried that Florence would become hopelessly drunk again. He insisted to tag along.

Florence couldn’t do anything to change his mind. Although her brother was gentle and caring, nobody could change his mind whenever he was being stubborn.

At night, the bar was bustling with activity. The whole place was full of lively people.

Phoebe was already there when Florence reached. She waved, “Flory, come here.”

As she was calling out, she noticed a huge man accompanying Florence. He had a distant yet handsome face, and he was carving a way through the thronging crowd. He was making sure nobody could lay their hands on Florence.

He appeared to be Florence’s guardian angel at the moment.

Phoebe covered her mouth in envy as she let out a shout, “I really want an elder brother for myself!”

Florence approached Phoebe and saw her envious and star-struck face, which made her shake her head helplessly.

“My brother is just afraid that I would drink too much again, so he is coming along with me and joining in the fun. Do you mind?”

“Not at all. I will have no problem if your brother has come without you too.”

Phoebe squinted and smiled while she reached out, “Good to see you, Flory’s brother. Do you still remember me? I am Phoebe Jenkins, Flory’s best friend.”

Florence twitched the corners of her mouth. Was Phoebe that lustful about men while she was her best friend?

Stanford elegantly extended his arm, “Good day seeing you.”

His voice was crisp and like music to one’s ears. It was as if a refreshing sound was found in this place which was always noisy.

Phoebe felt so thrilled that she felt like she was going to fly. She almost blurted out without thinking, “Flory’s brother, can I follow Flory all the way to Europe?” By doing that, she could see this cute and handsome guy every day, and she could get all her chances to get close to him. Who knows, maybe she would end up becoming Florence’s sister-in-law.

Phoebe felt that her life would be amazing just by thinking about the possibilities.

However, Stanford rejected her quite directly, “You can’t do that now. Flory’s return this time has a very deep implication. Many of the affluent families would undergo massive changes behind the scenes.”

It was not befitting to have an outsider in that sort of situation.

Phoebe immediately looked sulky.

she heard that, “Does that mean

to feel like she was going back to a prison. She would have her freedom striped

down when you go back, you can ask Phoebe to come over

“Really?”

attention was aroused.

as going to Stanford’s house. She could always

“Flory, when you go back, you can’t forget

Phoebe’s eyes, Florence immediately knew what her best

didn’t even spend too much time with her brother

best friend, which would

you

stared straight at Florence, and her voice was a

and she turned her gaze to Stanford, “Alright, I can only go with the flow. Whether you can get your hands on him or not is entirely

brother soon, it was a good thing if her future sister-in-law was her best friend instead of another unknown

know that you

Florence hard while

Stanford’s little sister meant that she would be able to sleep with—No, it meant that the days of her tying the knot with him wouldn’t

their arms and he couldn’t muffle a smile. It seemed that it was a good thing for Florence to have such a good friend with her. At least, there were finally

only thing mistaken by him was that while he was still immersing himself in his own consolation, he wouldn’t know that his

were conversing, a waiter came over and

of cocktail and just before she was

glass from her hand and replaced it with fruit

“You are drinking this.”

at the fruit juice in her hand and she was stunned a little, “Brother, we are at a bar now.”

nodded while he took a sip of the cocktail which

her one bit,

good alcohol at a bar,

the glass of fruit juice and prepared

extended her arm, it was caught by Stanford

drunk last night. You can’t drink alcohol

was a little sullen. If she wasn’t allowed to drink alcohol,

each other farewell today. It would be

to argue, her best friend Phoebe suddenly chipped in, “Flory, your brother is right. You were just drunk last night, so you should abstain from drinking today.