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.

stone was pressing on her heart. It was so heavy that

complicated that she couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

mean by

Stanford tightened his

my younger sister. I’ll never

he wouldn’t keep

of bitterness and sadness surged

from his words how distant she

heart, she meant nothing at all, and he even didn’t take her seriously. All he cared about

She felt weakened all over her body. Suddenly, she felt that even if she had cancer, she wouldn’t feel more depressed

like this, Stanford suddenly became

out and grabbed Phoebe’s shoulder, forcing

her and said 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

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

face in front of her, only to find that he was

his words, she was confused for a long moment. Then she returned to her

she wasn’t leading a life with routines in the past few weeks, and her physical power was over consumed,

eyes twinkled in disbelief. “Is that

else do you want? You’ve damaged your health so much. Do you

took her pulse, he wouldn’t know that her health was already a mess besides she looked

wouldn’t take good care of herself, she would be bound to be a lifetime of

Stanford in a daze. She

to care about her health a lot, even making her have

believed that it must

so much, but how could he

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

Phoebe’s eyes were dimmed.

she said in a hoarse tone, “I got

trouble him at

deeply. For some reason, when looking at

in his heart, making him annoyed and unable to

clenched his fists. Then he turned around

still standing there? Cook a tonic

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

making trouble out of