My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

But before Stanford could say something, Phoebe quickly withdrew her hand and looked at Florence and Clarence miserably.

She complained, “Your cooperation is really awesome. Your cards are so bad, but you win the game through tacit cooperation. Do you have consonance?”

Florence was a bit stunned.

Consonance? She subconsciously turned her head to look at Ernest with a trace of light flashing across her eyes.

Ernest also looked towards Florence with a light smile on his face and gentleness and deep affection in his eyes.

Naturally they had consonance.

Stanford felt being overwhelming by sulkiness when seeing their reactions.

It was true that Florence cooperated well with Clarence. Otherwise, they would definitely lose this round of game since their cards were all bad.

Apparently this was partly because he wasn’t good at play this card game and therefore, Phoebe, his teammate in this round of game, was implicated.

“Cough, cough.” Stanford cleared his throat uneasily and said, “Go on, next round.”

He thought he would not lose again.

Stanford was eager to outdo others and even though this card game was a kind of entertainment, he didn’t want to lose the game.

“Hold on, don’t be so anxious.”

Florence stopped Stanford and curled her lips into a cunning smile. She then took two red bar-shaped post-it notes from aside.

Florence looked at Stanford’s handsome face with interest and showed off the post-it notes in her hand.

“Stanford, the losers have to be punished. And the punishment is to stick a post-it note on the loser’s face.”

To stick a post-it note on his face?

Stanford slightly twitched his mouth corners and his expression became stiff.

He was the young master of the Fraser family and most people even didn’t dare to look at him directly, not to mention stick anything on his face.

“Now that it’s a game, the punishment for losers should be related to money. I don’t care about the amount.”

Florence shook her head without hesitation, “Look at us and tell me are we in short of money? It’s boring to play cards for money. My punishment is more interesting.”

was lost for

interesting? Wouldn’t she feel it embarrassed to stick post-it

said, “Stanford, come on, you will not deny your

Stanford’s expression became stiffer.

“I’m not that kind of person.” Looking at the colored post-it note, he hesitated for three seconds and said as if he had set his teeth, “Come, stick it

thin lips

handsome face was now in front of Florence and he allowed

to do anything to her brother’s face. This was really

curled her lips into a smile. When she was about to stick the post-it note on Stanford’s face, Ernest grabbed her wrist

with a pair of unfathomable eyes and said in a deep voice, “Now that it’s a punishment, just let the losers stick a post-it note on each other’s

What did he mean? He didn’t

of my brother?’ Florence thought to

uneasy. He then directly took a

was quite willing to do this. She took the

me

when looking at the

his brows. He pampered Florence a lot, so he could barely bear Florence to stick the note on

noble young master of the Fraser family, how could he allow an outsider to

Pah!

his thoughts, Phoebe stuck the

and looked at the woman who was only twenty-centimeter away from

at the moment. She fixed her eyes on him without even blinking her eyes and Stanford could see his reflection in

but they were very soft. When she gently stuck the note on his

any feelings towards a woman, felt

note

rounds, Stanford got bad cards and he happened to be Phoebe’s teammate again. As Stanford didn’t get hang of the techniques well, plus that Ernest and Florence were skilled in this game, undoubtedly, Stanford

had three colorful notes on the

said in a deep

of the game, nor did he think that Florence and Clarence could

looked towards Stanford calmly, pressed his lips together

got bad cards for

who showed card before him and every card he showed

card in his hand, he heaved a sigh of

the game, he finally

appeared on his face. He said to

was holding some cards in her

said with dissatisfaction, “Mr. Fraser,