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.

heard that, “Does that mean that I can’t even meet

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

warm smile, “When everything has settled down when you go back, you can ask Phoebe to come

“Really?”

was aroused.

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

Florence’s hand. Her face was serious, “Flory, when you go back, you can’t

Florence immediately knew

didn’t even spend too much time with her brother yet, but someone else

person turned out to be her best friend,

brother with you now! We have agreed that we

Florence, and her voice was a

to Stanford, “Alright, I can only go with the flow. Whether

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

always know that you

hard while

with 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

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

waiter came over and

before she was about to

gently removed the glass from her hand and replaced it with fruit juice which stood out in

“You are drinking this.”

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

he took a sip of the

Stanford didn’t understand her one bit, Florence could

good alcohol at a bar, not some fruit juice.”

she said that, she put down the glass of fruit juice and prepared herself

extended her arm, it was caught by

last night. You

to drink alcohol, then what was the meaning of meeting at a bar

each other farewell today. It would be unceremonious to

wanted 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. It’s not good for your health. Come, drink