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!

her, that was

forgiven. There won’t be anything between Phoebe and

syllable affirmatively, implying that there was no

an instant, Ernest’s eyes became

...

were

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

each other’s hands

getting to know what she had experienced in the past few weeks,

shoulder and said hoarsely

close calls from the death and was seriously wounded. Her

she expected

dark, Florence stared at the dim ceiling, pressing her lips

slowly said, “Since Ernest was always with

matter how much she had suffered, it couldn’t compare to the

she still couldn’t dare to recall when she saw Ernest’s broken pen at that time and

Phoebe’s eyes twinkled.

do next? I could tell that, Mr. Fraser... your

but sympathize with Ernest

loved her truly. Also, because of him, Florence

contribution was so huge and he treated Florence so sincerely, Stanford still didn’t allow them

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

wouldn’t forgive her at all for she deceived

and the glow still shone in her

confidently, “Although it still doesn’t work now, my brother would

In the dark, she

hope and the

was the fighting spirit and

“Flory, what if your brother

situation might happen, and the possibility

most stubborn man Phoebe

fact, she had thought about the possibility, but she didn’t want to be

whispered, “My life belongs to Ernest. I’ll be with him only in my

the worst comes to the worst, I won’t get

women’s dream and where

could get married to Ernest. However, if her bridegroom wouldn’t be Ernest, the marriage