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.

a big stone was pressing on her heart. It was so heavy that he found it

that she couldn’t tell

mean

Stanford tightened his face

“Flory is my younger sister. I’ll

that he

from Phoebe’s face suddenly. Waves of bitterness and sadness surged in her

could tell from his words how distant she was and how

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

felt that even if she had cancer, she wouldn’t feel more

this,

he reached out and grabbed Phoebe’s shoulder, forcing

as if he was giving commands, “Phoebe, from now on, you must take care of yourself. You can’t skip any meal or drink. You must sleep and take a rest when necessary. You can’t remain sad just like Juliet who

health. Once you get sick, you’ll make me... people

handsome face in front of her, only

confused for a long moment.

or cancer. It was just that she wasn’t leading a life with

disbelief. “Is that all? Didn’t I get

so much. Do you think it’s a good thing?” Stanford snapped unhappily,

that her health was already a mess besides she looked thinner, more haggard, and

would be bound to

daze. She couldn’t

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

believed that it

so much, but how

believed that he just felt bothered and was afraid that she would trouble him if she was sick,

Phoebe’s eyes were dimmed.

she said in a hoarse tone,

trouble him at

Phoebe was, Stanford couldn’t help but frown more deeply. For some reason, when looking at her current

was a wave of anger suppressed in his heart, making him annoyed

fists. Then he turned around

there? Cook a tonic soup

in the private jet. Although he had prepared a lot of food, drinks, and other

out of nothing to give him such