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.

two planes, there were two ropes, on which a casserole

casserole was moving

gaped at them, an unreliable conjecture

delivering the tonic soup

way too...

so imaginative

the casserole was obtained safely. The hatch door was

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

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

of her, Phoebe couldn’t believe that her ridiculous

the tonic soup was

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

said gratefully, “Thank you so much,

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

Addison cast a glance

not to be the third

It turned out Mr. Fraser had finally become smart.

showed his romantic care, Addison was

out Mr. Fraser was a master looks like a fool. When he truly cared about someone, he could do such practical

the soup bowl in her hands was too

than she got to know that the

it was Stanford

looked at him

to ask

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

had just opened the door of

that Mr. Fraser

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

hearing his words, Phoebe’s

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

was so pathetic as

tightly, she whispered, “Thank

bent down her head and slowly

she didn’t taste anything except the

was getting dark, the private jet had arrived at the

that Florence was there. After getting off the jet, she

several villas in front of her, all surrounded by

asked, “Which villa is Flory

you