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.

heart was beating faster

his long feet and martial art’s foundation, he walked

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

too late

Stanford went farther; she clenched her teeth and

for me.”

road is uneven, I almost fall.”

dark, I’m afraid.”

as if she was

and this poor little

his body reacted

Stanford slowed down, he was not as cold as he

had a warm

for her now and would fall for her in the

the pace to catch up, she

walking side by side in a romantic garden, this was the perfect ambient

in her mind, but as she was about to catch up, the man in

before but was the paced of her jogged,

widened and were depressed.

faster trying to catch up with him, but he sped up as she did and

Phoebe, “…”

did it deliberately, how

ran towards the woods joyfully.

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

was filled with rose petals on both sides, it

setting was

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

while, she arrived

or branches but was

the flowers, it was like a sky full of

her mind and got sunken into

in awe

where

you like

voice was heard from a dark corner.

a husky voice and was not