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

the casserole was moving towards

an unreliable

helicopter delivering the tonic soup

too...

could be so imaginative to figure out such a

obtained safely. The hatch door was

on which there was a bowl of

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

tonic soup in front of her, Phoebe couldn’t believe that her ridiculous guess had

soup

tonic soup that was

said gratefully, “Thank

waved his hand and said with a smile, “I didn’t come up with the idea. Mr. Fraser arranged it in person. Miss Jenkins, if you want to thank

a smile, Addison cast a glance

best not to be the third

he was shocked and delighted. It turned out Mr. Fraser had finally become smart. He could even

that showed his romantic care, Addison was sure that Miss

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

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

she got to know that the tonic soup was delivered

was Stanford who personally

twinkling. She looked at him

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

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

who had just opened the door

rather that Mr. Fraser didn’t

could it be just a piece of cake? At least, Addison had never seen Stanford use a helicopter to deliver the tonic soup to another person,

Phoebe’s

corners ironically. Of course, that was just a piece of cake for Stanford as long as he gave a command. How could she

herself was so pathetic as

bowl tightly, she

bent down her head and slowly drank

didn’t taste anything except

it was getting dark, the private jet

knew that Florence was there. After getting off

front of her, all surrounded

around and asked, “Which villa is

you the