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.

ropes, on which

casserole was moving

them, an unreliable conjecture

delivering the tonic

was way too... luxurious,

who could be so imaginative to figure out

obtained safely. The hatch door

Addison held a tray, on which there was a bowl of soup, and came

Jenkins, please drink the soup while it’s

in front of her, Phoebe couldn’t believe that her ridiculous guess had

tonic soup was delivered

a complicated look, she held the bowl of tonic soup that was

said gratefully, “Thank

with a smile, “I didn’t come up with the idea. Mr. Fraser arranged it in person. Miss Jenkins, if

smile, Addison cast a glance at

tried his best not to be

he was shocked and delighted. It turned out Mr. Fraser had finally become smart. He could even think of delivering the tonic soup

big effort that showed his romantic care, Addison was

a master looks like a fool. When he

words, Phoebe suddenly felt the soup bowl in

know that the tonic

it was Stanford who personally

kept twinkling. She looked

Stanford could tell that she wanted to ask something but didn’t. He

It’s just a piece of cake. Hurry up

had just opened the door of the operation cabin,

that Mr. Fraser

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

words, Phoebe’s sparkling eyes

mouth corners ironically. Of course, that was just a piece of cake for Stanford as long as he

felt that herself was so pathetic

bowl tightly, she whispered,

she bent down her head

taste

it was getting dark, the private jet had arrived at

off

several villas in front of her, all surrounded

asked, “Which villa is Flory

show you