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

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

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

was too late to

farther; she clenched her teeth and

for me.”

is uneven, I almost fall.”

dark, I’m

if she was really afraid, it sounded like she was

the shameless woman and this poor

her, his body reacted honestly, his steps

seeing Stanford slowed down, he

had a warm and delicate

her now and would

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

by side in a romantic garden, this

about to catch up, the man

not as fast as before but was the paced of her jogged, he kept

eyes widened and were

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

Phoebe, “…”

it deliberately, how mean!

the woods

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

with rose petals

was obvious that this setting was

filled Florence’s heart, she was almost sure that the man in front was Ernest, only he would

while, she arrived at a

land was not grass or branches but

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

and got sunken into

in awe and

where

like it?”

was heard from

husky voice