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 beating

feet and martial art’s foundation, he walked faster; even Phoebe’s

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

too late

she clenched her teeth and

for

is uneven, I almost

dark, I’m

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

poor little

his body reacted honestly, his

Stanford slowed down, he was

warm and

would fall for

catch up, she would be walking side by side with

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

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

the paced of her

eyes widened and were

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

Phoebe, “…”

deliberately, how

towards the woods joyfully.

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

rose petals on both sides,

was obvious that this setting was really

she was almost sure that the man in front was Ernest,

arrived at a

land was not grass or

a sky full of shining

almost lost her mind and got sunken into this

she was in awe

here, where are

like it?”

was heard

voice and was not