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.

racing; his heart was beating faster than

long feet and martial art’s foundation, he walked

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

was too late to train

at Stanford went farther; she

for

is uneven, I almost

I’m afraid.”

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

woman and this poor little woman as one, she was

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

down, he was not as cold as

a warm and

would fall for her in the

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

in a romantic garden, this

it in her mind, but as she was about to

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

and were

with him, but he

Phoebe, “…”

it deliberately,

towards the

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

she walked was filled with rose petals on

was obvious that this setting was

was Ernest, only he would prepare such a romantic setting to

while, she arrived at

the land was not grass or branches

danced above the flowers, it was like a sky full of shining stars, it was too romantic.

her mind and got sunken into this mesmerizing

in awe and

where are

you like it?”

voice was heard from a dark

husky voice and was not