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

he walked faster; even Phoebe’s jog couldn’t keep up with

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

late to train now.

she clenched

for

uneven, I almost fall.”

I’m afraid.”

if she was really afraid, it

the shameless woman and this poor little woman

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

slowed down, he

a warm

would fall for her in the future.

and picked up the pace to catch up, she would

a romantic garden, this was the perfect ambient to

it in her mind, but as she was about to catch up, the man in front sped up again.

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

and were

catch up with him, but he sped up as she

Phoebe, “…”

did it deliberately, how

ran towards the woods

inside, all of them danced

the path she walked was filled with rose petals on

this setting was really done wholeheartedly.

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

arrived at

grass or branches but was filled with

above the flowers, it was like a sky

got sunken into this mesmerizing scene.

was in awe and looked around.

where

like

deep voice was heard from a

voice