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 a casserole was

ropes were pulled, the casserole was moving towards their private jet

them, an unreliable conjecture rising

other helicopter delivering

was way too... luxurious,

wondered who could be so imaginative to figure out

while, the casserole was obtained

held a tray, on which there was a bowl of

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

Phoebe couldn’t believe that her ridiculous guess had been

enough, the tonic soup was

she held the bowl of tonic soup that was obtained in difficulty

gratefully, “Thank

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

Addison cast a glance at

his best not to be

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

big effort that showed his romantic care, Addison was sure that Miss

like a fool. When he truly cared about someone, he could

suddenly felt the soup bowl in her hands was too hot for her to

than she got to know that the tonic soup was delivered

turned out it was Stanford

She looked at him with a puzzled

she wanted to ask something but didn’t. He felt a bit

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

who had just opened the door of the

Mr. Fraser didn’t

Addison had never seen Stanford use a helicopter to deliver the tonic soup to another

hearing his words, Phoebe’s sparkling eyes instantly

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

felt that herself was so pathetic as

the soup bowl tightly, she

down her head and slowly drank

didn’t taste anything except the

getting dark, the private jet had arrived at

After getting off the jet,

several villas in front of her,

around and asked, “Which

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