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.

mean that I

to a prison. She would have her freedom striped clean of

has settled down when you go back, you can ask Phoebe

“Really?”

like her attention was aroused. Her eyes

Florence’s house meant the same thing as going to Stanford’s house. She could always visit there,

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

immediately knew what

time with her brother yet,

turned out to be her best friend,

even if you have your elder brother with you now! We have agreed that we must share everything between ourselves, except for

stared straight at Florence, and her

only go with the flow. Whether you can

felt reluctant to part with her biological elder brother soon, it was a good thing if her future sister-in-law was

know that

hard while

that she would be able to sleep with—No, it meant that the days of her tying the knot with him

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 signs of a smile

still immersing himself in his own consolation, he wouldn’t know that his own little

they were conversing, a waiter came over and served them

a glass of cocktail and just before she was about to take a sip, her hand was held

hand and replaced it with fruit juice which stood out in this

“You are drinking this.”

hand and she was stunned a little, “Brother, we are at a bar

of the

bit, Florence could

drinking some good alcohol at a bar, not some

glass of fruit juice and prepared herself to get

her arm, it was caught by Stanford

were drunk last night. You can’t drink

little sullen. If she wasn’t allowed to drink alcohol, then what was the meaning of meeting at a

other farewell today. It would be unceremonious to

“Flory, your brother is right. You were just drunk last night, so you should abstain from