My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Silence blanketed the cabin. Except for two expressionless bodyguards sitting there like the background board, only Stanford and Phoebe were left there.

Stanford pressed his thin lips, looking at Phoebe with a complicated expression.

He frowned in regret and his mind was messy. He had heard what Addison complained just now.

He wondered if it was because he failed to coax Phoebe so he felt so irritated and angry right now.

Was it because of her?

Stanford shook his head in disbelief. He denied it. He wouldn’t ever become like this because of a woman.

He was sure that Addison was bullshitting because he was unhappy.

Stanford gritted his teeth, unwilling to insist on thinking about this topic. He directly looked away.

The cabin became completely quiet.

Phoebe was looked out of the window, and Stanford was staring at his tablet.

They didn’t interact with each other at all as if they were strangers sitting in the same cabin, and they would part after getting off the jet and not meet again.

Phoebe looked out of the window in silence, feeling sadder, bitterer, and lonelier.

She also realized more clearly that after they got off the jet and she met Florence, the last moment of goodbye would come.

No matter how many feelings she was feeling, there wouldn’t be any chance at all.

She felt helpless, and she felt more futile.

Stanford operated on his tablet, working on something that would gape Addison.

After twenty minutes, a helicopter flew over, flying in parallel with the private jet at the same speed.

Later, after they communicated with each other, the hatch doors were opened at the same time.

Feeling the wind flown into the cabin, Phoebe raised her head in confusion.

In a surprise, she saw Addison standing at the hatch door, pulling a rope.

She wondered what they were doing.

In confusion. Phoebe peered out of the window.

two ropes,

pulled, the casserole was moving towards their private

them, an unreliable conjecture rising in her

the other helicopter delivering the tonic soup to

was way too... luxurious,

be so imaginative

while, the casserole was obtained safely. The hatch door was

tray, on which there was

of Phoebe and said, “Miss Jenkins, please drink

at the tonic soup in front of her, Phoebe couldn’t believe that her ridiculous

soup was delivered by

she held the bowl of tonic soup that was obtained

“Thank you so

said with a smile, “I didn’t come up with the idea. Mr. Fraser arranged it in person. Miss Jenkins, if you want to thank someone, please Mr.

words with a smile, Addison cast a glance at

his best not

turned out Mr. Fraser had finally become smart. He could even

was such a big effort that showed his romantic care, Addison was sure that Miss Jenkins must be

Fraser was a master looks like a fool.

bowl in her hands was too hot for

than she got to know that the tonic soup was delivered by

turned out it was Stanford who personally arranged

She looked at him with a

tell that she wanted to ask something

stuffy tone, “I have a lot of helicopters. It’s just a piece of cake. Hurry up to drink your soup.

door of the operation

rather that Mr.

helicopter to deliver the tonic soup to another person, not to mention

words, Phoebe’s

Of course, that was just a piece of cake for Stanford as long as he gave a command. How could she insist on feeling that

that herself was so

bowl tightly, she whispered,

her head

she didn’t taste

getting dark, the private jet had arrived

was there. After getting off the

her, all surrounded by bodyguards. Obviously,

around and asked, “Which

you