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 Phoebe’s jog couldn’t

she regretted that she didn’t train well during school.

late

went farther; she

for me.”

is uneven,

I’m afraid.”

as if she was really afraid, it sounded like

the shameless woman and this poor little

his unwillingness to trust her, his body reacted honestly, his

delighted seeing Stanford slowed down, he was not as cold as he seemed.

had a warm and delicate

softened for her now and would fall for

was confident and picked up the pace to catch up, she would

a romantic garden, this was the perfect ambient to fall

in her mind, but as she was about to catch

but was the paced of her jogged, he kept a two to three meters distance

eyes widened and were

up with him, but he

Phoebe, “…”

it deliberately, how mean!

the

as she went further inside, all

with rose petals

obvious that this setting was really done

almost sure that the man in front was Ernest, only he would prepare

while, she arrived at a lightened

not grass or branches but was filled with roses.

like a sky full of shining stars, it

lost her mind and got sunken into this

in awe and looked

where

like

heard from

voice and was not clear.