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

he walked faster; even Phoebe’s jog couldn’t

she regretted that

late

at Stanford went farther; she clenched her teeth and

for

road is uneven, I

dark, I’m afraid.”

voice became more and more pitiful as if she was

woman and this poor little woman as one, she was pretending, didn’t

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

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

a warm and delicate

her now and would

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

romantic

as she was about to catch up,

her jogged, he kept a two to three meters distance

eyes widened and were depressed.

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

Phoebe, “…”

it deliberately, how

towards the woods

further inside, all of them danced around

with rose petals on both

obvious that this setting was really

sure that the man in front was Ernest, only he would prepare such a romantic

a while, she arrived at a

grass or

flowers, it was like a sky full of shining stars, it was

almost lost her mind and got sunken into this

she was in awe

here, where are

like it?”

was heard from a dark corner.

voice and