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

art’s foundation, he walked faster; even Phoebe’s jog

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

was too late to

went farther; she clenched her teeth and

wait for

is uneven, I

dark, I’m afraid.”

if she was really afraid, it sounded like she was about to

and this poor little woman as one, she

unwillingness to trust her, his body

slowed down, he

warm and

would fall for her in

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

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

mind, but as she was about

before but was the paced of her jogged, he kept

eyes widened and were

him, but he sped up as she did and slowed

Phoebe, “…”

did it deliberately, how mean!

the

inside, all of them danced around her

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

setting

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

a while, she arrived

was not grass or

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

almost lost her mind and got sunken into this mesmerizing scene.

was gorgeous, she was in awe and looked around.

here, where

like it?”

heard from a dark

voice and