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 her heart. It was so heavy that

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

he mean by

Phoebe’s confused gaze, Stanford tightened

younger sister.

that he wouldn’t keep

of bitterness and sadness surged in

she was and how intimate Flory was

his heart, she meant nothing at all, and he even didn’t take

felt weakened all over her body. Suddenly, she felt that even

this,

reached out and grabbed Phoebe’s shoulder, forcing

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

are consuming your health. Once you get sick, you’ll make

face in front of her, only to find

she was confused for a long moment. Then she returned

leading a life

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

much. Do you think it’s a good thing?”

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

take good care of herself, she would be bound to be a lifetime of illness and

in a daze. She couldn’t return to

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

Phoebe believed that it

but how could

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

Phoebe’s eyes were dimmed.

her head, she said in

wouldn’t trouble

more deeply. For some reason, when looking

his heart, making him annoyed

fists. Then he turned around

still standing there? Cook a

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

was indeed making trouble out of nothing to give him