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.

temple’s pulse was racing; his heart

long feet and martial art’s foundation, he walked faster;

their distance; she regretted that she didn’t train well

was too late

Stanford went farther; she clenched her teeth

wait for me.”

road is uneven, I almost

dark, I’m

more pitiful as if she was really afraid, it sounded like she was about

and this poor little woman as one,

body reacted

slowed down, he was not as cold as he seemed.

warm and delicate

and would fall

catch up, she would be walking

man and a woman walking side by side in a romantic garden, this

was about to catch up, the man in

not as fast as before but was the paced of her

eyes widened and were depressed.

faster trying to catch up with him, but he sped up as she did and slowed

Phoebe, “…”

did it deliberately, how mean!

towards the

further inside, all of them danced around her and lightened the surrounding.

the path she walked was filled with rose petals on both sides, it

that this setting was really

Florence’s heart, she was almost sure that the man in front was Ernest, only he

while, she arrived

was not grass or branches but was filled with roses.

above the flowers, it was like a sky full of

and got

she was in awe and looked around.

where

like

deep voice was heard from a dark

was a husky voice