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 a casserole

casserole was moving

at them, an unreliable

other helicopter delivering the tonic soup

way too... luxurious, wasn’t

wondered who could be so imaginative to figure

a while, the casserole was obtained safely.

on which there was

said, “Miss Jenkins, please drink the soup while it’s warm. It’s quite good for

of her, Phoebe couldn’t believe that her

tonic soup was delivered

bowl of tonic soup that was obtained

“Thank you so

hand and said with a smile, “I didn’t come up with the idea.

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

his best not to

delighted. It turned out Mr. Fraser had finally become smart. He could even think of delivering

was such a big effort that showed his romantic care, Addison was sure

out Mr. Fraser was 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 too hot for

got to know that the tonic soup was delivered

was Stanford

kept twinkling. She looked at him with

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

just a piece of cake. Hurry up to drink your soup. It’s

had just opened the door of the operation cabin, was

Mr. Fraser didn’t

Stanford use a helicopter to deliver the tonic soup to another person, not to mention that the soup was hurriedly taken out from the tonic soup restaurant

his words, Phoebe’s sparkling eyes instantly

for Stanford as long as he gave a command. How could she insist on feeling that he

so pathetic

soup bowl tightly,

her head and slowly drank the

taste

private jet had arrived at the

was there. After getting off the jet, she couldn’t wait

in front of her, all surrounded

around and asked, “Which villa is Flory

you the