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.

feet and martial art’s foundation, he walked

annoyed looking at their distance; she regretted that

was too late

went farther; she clenched

for

is uneven, I

dark, I’m

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

connect the shameless woman and this poor

his unwillingness to trust her, his body

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

a warm and

softened for her now and would fall for her in the

and picked up the pace to catch up, she would be

side by side in a romantic garden, this

as she was about to catch up, the man

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

and were

he

Phoebe, “…”

did it deliberately,

towards the woods

of fireflies increased as she went further inside, all of them danced around her

filled with rose petals on both sides, it was crazily

was obvious that this setting

front was Ernest, only he would prepare such a

while, she arrived at a lightened

grass or branches but was filled with roses.

danced above the flowers, it was like a sky full of shining

lost her mind and got sunken

was in awe and looked

where are

like

heard from a

a husky voice