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.

was racing; his heart was beating

foundation, he walked faster; even Phoebe’s jog

looking at their distance; she regretted that

was too late

she clenched her

for

uneven, I almost fall.”

I’m afraid.”

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

woman and this poor little woman as

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

seeing Stanford slowed down, he was not

a warm and delicate

softened for her now and would fall

and picked up the pace to catch up, she would

a woman walking side by side in a romantic garden, this was

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

paced of her jogged, he kept a two to three meters distance between them.

eyes widened and were depressed.

him, but he sped up as

Phoebe, “…”

it deliberately,

the

increased as she went further inside, all of them danced

was filled with rose petals on both

setting was really

was Ernest, only he

while, she arrived at a

not grass or branches but was filled with roses.

the flowers, it was like a sky full of shining stars, it was too romantic.

lost her mind and got sunken into this

gorgeous, she was in awe

here, where are

like

was heard from a dark corner.

voice and was not clear.