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

casserole

them, an unreliable

delivering

too... luxurious,

wondered who could be so imaginative to figure out such a

obtained safely. The hatch door was

after, Addison held a tray, on which there

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

front of her, Phoebe

tonic soup was delivered

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

“Thank you

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

cast a glance at Stanford

best not to be the third

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

effort that showed his romantic care, Addison

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

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

than she got to know that

was Stanford who personally arranged

twinkling. She looked

wanted to ask something but

said in a stuffy tone, “I have a lot of helicopters. It’s just a piece of cake. Hurry

the door of the operation cabin,

that Mr. Fraser

seen Stanford use a helicopter to deliver the tonic soup to

Phoebe’s sparkling eyes

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

felt that herself was so pathetic

the soup bowl tightly, she whispered,

she bent down her head and slowly drank

didn’t taste anything

dark, the private

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

were several villas in front of her, all surrounded by bodyguards. Obviously, it was

and asked, “Which villa is

show you