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, on

casserole was moving towards their

gaped at them, an unreliable conjecture rising

the other helicopter delivering

way too...

so imaginative to

obtained

tray, on which there was a bowl of soup,

soup in front of Phoebe and said, “Miss Jenkins, please drink the soup while it’s warm.

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

tonic soup was delivered by

look, she held the bowl of tonic soup that was obtained in difficulty with her hands

“Thank

up with the idea. Mr. Fraser

his words with a smile, Addison cast a glance at Stanford meaningfully and walked

his best not to be

Fraser had finally become smart. He could even think of delivering the tonic soup

romantic care, Addison

a master looks like a fool. When he

Phoebe suddenly felt the soup bowl in her

got to know that

turned out it was Stanford who personally

eyes kept twinkling. She looked at him with a

that she wanted to ask something

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

just opened the door of the operation

rather that Mr. Fraser

never seen Stanford use a helicopter to deliver the tonic soup to another person,

Phoebe’s

twitched her mouth corners ironically. 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 he treated

that herself was so pathetic

soup bowl tightly,

she bent down her head and slowly drank the

didn’t taste anything

it was getting dark, the private

off the jet, she couldn’t wait to

in front of her, all surrounded by bodyguards. Obviously,

and asked, “Which

show you the