My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Stanford’s fingers slightly pressed on Phoebe’s pulse on the wrist. Then he slowly moved away from his fingers.

He gazed at Phoebe seriously and asked in a sinking tone, “What kind of life did you lead in the past weeks?”

Phoebe was a bit surprised, wondering why suddenly he asked him so. Had she got a critical illness because of it?

She felt quite depressed.

Gritting her teeth, she answered, “What’s wrong with me? Just tell me directly. I can stand it.”

Phoebe had already experienced Florence’s death, Stanford’s hatred, and driving away by him. She believed that she was pretty strong now.

What else couldn’t she stand now?

Even if it were cancer...

Stanford looked at Phoebe’s calm face, looking more annoyed.

He snapped, “Phoebe, why don’t you care about your health at all? I know you can stand it. How about people around you?”

Phoebe was startled.

She wondered what he meant by people around her.

Phoebe looked at Stanford in a daze. After a moment, she curled up her lips into a bitter smile.

“If you kept it secret, people who care about me wouldn’t know it.”

Besides, she had been abroad alone in the past few weeks. People around her were all strangers.

She was almost all by herself.

Feeling annoyed and regretful, Stanford added, “If I kept it secret? Don’t you know that I also...”

Before finishing his words, Stanford choked up with the words that had reached the tip of his tongue.

He wondered what he wanted to tell her. He felt extremely surprised himself.

Did he also care about Phoebe?

He denied it immediately. As a matter of fact, he came here to pick her up just for being responsible and making it up to her. He wasn’t close to her and they were not intimate at all.

He kept reminding himself.

some reason, he felt as if a big stone was pressing on

His expression was so complicated that she couldn’t tell what he was thinking. He also didn’t finish his words. She wondered

mean by

gaze, Stanford

sister. I’ll never hide anything from

implied that he wouldn’t keep

of bitterness

distant she was and how intimate Flory was with

and he even didn’t take her seriously. All he cared

head, her eyes dimmed. She felt weakened all over her body. Suddenly, she felt that even if she had cancer, she wouldn’t feel more depressed and sadder than she was

Phoebe like this, Stanford suddenly became

grabbed Phoebe’s shoulder, forcing her to look up

take care of yourself. You can’t skip any meal or drink. You must sleep and

sick, you’ll make me...

front of

she was confused for a long moment. Then she returned

was just that she wasn’t leading a life with routines in the past few weeks, and her physical

eyes twinkled in disbelief. “Is that all? Didn’t

damaged your health so much. Do you think it’s a good

her pulse, he wouldn’t know that her

she would be

in a daze. She

about her health a lot, even making her have the illusion that he was worried about her

it must be her

her so much, but how could he care about

she

Phoebe’s eyes were dimmed.

head, she said in a hoarse

wouldn’t trouble him

more deeply. For some reason, when looking

his heart, making him annoyed

irritated, he clenched his fists. Then he turned around and glared at

standing there? Cook a tonic soup for

prepared a lot of food, drinks, and other supplies, he didn’t get a casserole or any

indeed making trouble out of nothing to give