My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Phoebe eyes shone and leaned closer to Stanford.

“You will marry the woman who carries your child instantly? Even if you don’t love her?”

Stanford replied sternly, “This kind of thing will never happen to me.”

He had never been with any woman until now, he had superb self-control.

On top of that, he had no interest in woman at all.

Phoebe was not satisfied with his answer; she walked past Stanford and stopped in front of him.

She looked up at him and asked stubbornly, “If, I say if there’s a woman pregnant with your baby, will you marry her?”

This kind of impossible thought had never crossed Stanford’s mind.

He bit his lips and answer rationally, “Yes.”

He was not a non-responsible man.

Phoebe’s eyes shone. She smiled while approached Stanford suddenly and said.

“So the fastest way for me to get you is to sleep with you?”

Stanford’s body froze; his face’s interchanged between green and red.

How could Phoebe say such a thing, wasn’t her a woman? She had no shame?

“Ridiculous!”

Stanford said while biting his lips uncomfortably. He then avoided Phoebe and walked past her.

He walked at a fast pace as if he was flying.

Phoebe ran to catch up and followed him by his side.

She said seriously, “Stanford, I really want to sleep with you.”

Stanford walked even faster hearing that.

How did Florence and Phoebe become best friends? She was not a lady, she had no shame.

racing; his heart was

martial art’s foundation, he walked faster; even Phoebe’s jog couldn’t keep up

at their distance; she regretted

was too late to

at Stanford went farther; she clenched

for

is uneven, I almost

dark, I’m afraid.”

voice became more and more pitiful as if she was really afraid, it

poor little woman

her, his body reacted honestly, his

slowed down, he was not

a warm and delicate

for her now and would fall for her

catch up, she would be walking side by

side by side in a romantic garden, this

it in her mind, but as she was about to catch up, the man in front sped up again.

not as fast as before but was the paced of her jogged,

and were depressed.

to catch up with him, but he

Phoebe, “…”

it deliberately,

the woods joyfully.

number of fireflies increased as she went further inside, all of them danced around her and

filled with rose petals

that this setting

was Ernest, only he would prepare

arrived at a lightened space.

land was not grass or branches but was filled with roses.

it was like a sky full of shining stars, it was too romantic.

her mind and got sunken into this mesmerizing

in awe and looked around.

where are

like

voice was heard from a dark

husky voice