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.

his heart was beating faster than

he walked faster; even

at their distance; she regretted that she didn’t train well during school.

was too late to

Stanford went farther; she clenched her teeth

wait for

uneven, I almost

I’m

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

connect the shameless woman and this poor little woman

unwillingness to trust her, his body

slowed down, he was not

had a warm

her now and would fall

pace to catch up, she would be walking side

side in a romantic garden, this was the perfect

but as she was about to catch

as fast as before but was the paced of her jogged, he kept a two to three meters

eyes widened and were depressed.

up with him, but he sped up as she did

Phoebe, “…”

it deliberately, how mean!

towards the woods joyfully.

increased as she went further inside, all of them

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

that this setting was really

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

while, she arrived at a lightened

was not grass or branches but was

the flowers, it was like a sky full of shining stars, it

almost lost her mind and got sunken into this

was in awe

here, where

you like it?”

voice was heard from

voice and was not