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.

pulse was racing; his heart was beating faster than ever.

walked faster; even Phoebe’s jog couldn’t

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

too late

farther; she clenched her teeth and

wait for

uneven, I

I’m

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

woman and this poor little woman

his unwillingness to trust her, his body reacted honestly, his steps slowed down.

Stanford slowed down, he was not

had a warm and delicate heart.

and would fall

pace to catch up, she

woman walking side by side in a romantic garden, this was the perfect ambient to

she was about to catch up, the man in front sped up

as fast as before but was the paced of her jogged, he kept a

widened and were depressed.

then ran faster trying to catch up with him, but he sped up

Phoebe, “…”

did it deliberately,

ran towards the woods

all of

rose petals on both sides, it

that this setting was really

man in front was Ernest, only he would prepare such a romantic

while, she arrived at a

or branches but

flowers, it was like a sky full of

her mind and got sunken into this mesmerizing

in awe and looked

here, where

you like it?”

voice was heard from a dark corner.

a husky voice