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

and martial art’s foundation, he walked faster;

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

was too late to train

at Stanford went farther; she clenched

for me.”

is uneven,

I’m afraid.”

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

poor little woman as one, she

body reacted honestly, his steps

seeing Stanford slowed down, he was not

warm

her now and would fall

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

walking side by side in a romantic

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

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

eyes widened and were

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

Phoebe, “…”

did it deliberately, how mean!

ran towards the

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

path she walked was filled with rose petals on both sides,

this setting

front was Ernest, only he

while, she arrived at a

or branches but was filled with roses.

sky full

got sunken into this mesmerizing

she was in awe

where

you like it?”

was heard

was a husky voice and was not clear.