My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Stanford paused his pace without turning around.

He asked in a cold tone, “What is it?”

Ernest walked to his side at an elegant pace, staring at him deeply.

He said in a deep tone, “If you don’t grasp someone, she would leave you forever.”

His words were reechoed in Stanford’s mind.

They stung his heart like needles, raising pain and panic in his heart.

In his mind, Phoebe’s face flashed through naturally.

She was looking at him with a cold and resistant look, and her eyes were quite aloof.

Even she was in front of him, he felt too far away from her. She was so unreal like smoke. If he wanted to grab her, she would vanish.

If he wouldn’t grab her, she would leave him.

This feeling at a loss made Stanford depressed and panicked from the bottom of his heart.

He could hardly deny that Phoebe meant different to him.

However, he still had concerns about her...

Stanford turned around. His face was like arctic ice.

He pressed his lips stiffly. “For me, Florence is the only one for me to grasp, protect, and treasure. She’s the only daughter of our Fraser family, the baby I love the most.

“Ernest Hawkins, think I don’t know what you are planning huh? Do you think I’ll understand you as long as I fall in love with Phoebe? So that I could forgive you and make your wish come true?”

His words were quite harsh, directly exposing Ernest’s purpose.

Ernest stood upright expressionlessly, looking quite calm.

He didn’t deny or object.

Stanford gazed at him, curling up his lips into an ironic smile. He was overflowing with anger.

He said in a sharp tone that was like a thorn, “Dream on!

Hawkins, no matter if I tried to look for Phoebe, picked her up, or took care of her, that was what I should do to make up to her. However, it

are lies. She can’t be possibly forgiven. There won’t be anything between Phoebe and me. You’d better

that there was no

Ernest’s eyes

...

the lights were

moonlight from the out of the window, two figures were lying on

each other’s

she had experienced in the past few weeks, Phoebe turned to

and said hoarsely between sobs, “Flory, you’ve suffered

from the death and was seriously wounded. Her experience

things, and nor had she expected

stared at the dim ceiling, pressing her

“Since Ernest was always

it couldn’t compare

Ernest’s broken pen at that time and when Benjamin kept nagging

Phoebe’s eyes twinkled.

to do next? I could tell that, Mr.

but sympathize with Ernest

He loved her truly. Also,

contribution was so huge and he treated Florence so sincerely, Stanford still

stubborn Stanford was when dealing with things. He required everything to be done

understood that Stanford wouldn’t forgive her at all for she deceived him and hid the truth from

and the

“Although it still doesn’t work now,

In the dark, she could almost clearly see the glow

the hope and

the fighting spirit and

concerns, “Flory, what if your brother is

of situation might happen, and the possibility of happening should

stubborn man Phoebe

had thought about the possibility, but

silent for a moment and whispered, “My life belongs

either. If the worst comes to the worst, I won’t

dream and where they belonged in their

married to Ernest. However, if her bridegroom wouldn’t be