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.

was racing; his heart was beating faster

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

was annoyed looking at their distance; she regretted that she didn’t

was too late

went farther; she clenched

for

uneven,

dark, I’m

pitiful as if she was really afraid, it sounded

woman and this poor little

his body reacted honestly,

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

had a warm and

now and would fall for

picked up the pace to catch up, she would be walking side by

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

visualized it in her mind, but as she was about

was not as fast as before but was the paced of her jogged, he kept a two to three

eyes widened and were

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

Phoebe, “…”

deliberately, how mean!

ran towards the woods

went further inside, all

the path she walked was filled with rose petals on both

was obvious that this setting was really

heart, she was almost sure that the man in front was Ernest,

arrived at

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

was like a sky

lost her mind and got

in awe and

where are

like

was heard from a

voice