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.

planes, there were two ropes, on which

ropes were pulled, the casserole was moving towards their

unreliable conjecture rising

the other helicopter delivering the

was way too...

could be so imaginative to figure

the casserole was obtained safely. The hatch door

a tray, on which there was a bowl of

Jenkins, please drink the soup while it’s warm.

soup in front of her, Phoebe couldn’t believe that her

tonic soup was

look, she held the bowl of tonic soup

gratefully, “Thank you so

and said with a smile, “I didn’t come up with the idea. Mr. Fraser arranged it in

finishing his words with a smile, Addison cast a glance

his best not to be

Mr. Fraser had finally

a big effort that showed his romantic care, Addison

fool. When he truly cared about someone, he could do

felt the soup bowl in her hands was too hot for her to

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

it was Stanford who personally arranged such an

looked at him

she wanted to ask something but didn’t. He felt

in a stuffy tone, “I have a lot of helicopters. It’s just a piece of cake. Hurry up

who had just opened the door of the operation

that Mr.

piece of cake? At least, Addison had never seen Stanford use a helicopter to deliver the tonic soup to another person, not to mention that the soup

his words, Phoebe’s

that was just a piece of cake for Stanford as long as he

herself was so pathetic as she had

bowl tightly,

head

taste anything except

private jet had

getting off the jet, she couldn’t wait

there were several villas in front of her, all surrounded by bodyguards.

and asked, “Which villa is

show you