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.

were two ropes,

the casserole was moving towards

gaped at them, an unreliable

the other helicopter delivering the tonic

was way too... luxurious,

so imaginative to figure out such

was obtained safely. The hatch door

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

carefully put the soup in front of Phoebe and said, “Miss Jenkins, please drink the soup while it’s warm. It’s quite good for

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

the tonic soup

tonic soup

gratefully, “Thank you so much,

with the idea. Mr. Fraser arranged it in person. Miss Jenkins,

words with a smile, Addison cast a glance

tried his best not

delighted. It turned out Mr. Fraser had finally become

care, Addison was sure that

a master looks like a fool. When he truly cared about someone, he could do such

Addison’s words, Phoebe suddenly felt the soup bowl in her hands was

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

out it was Stanford who personally arranged

looked at him with a puzzled

she wanted to ask something but

a lot of helicopters. It’s just a piece of cake. Hurry up

opened the door of the operation cabin,

that Mr.

a 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

of cake for Stanford as

so pathetic as she had

soup bowl tightly, she whispered,

her head and

she didn’t taste

private jet had arrived at the

Florence was there. After getting off the jet, she

several villas in front of her, all surrounded by bodyguards. Obviously, it was Stanford’s

she turned around and asked, “Which

show you the