My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

“Could the fact that I lied to you before being part of the bygones as well?”

As soon as she asked, Phoebe regretted it.

This was the taboo between Stanford and her that they didn’t frankly talk. They didn’t talk about it openly but they both cared about it.

However, she asked it directly. She wondered if she was still hoping for any miracle.

Phoebe’s mind was in a mess. She felt so uneasy and panicked. However, her eyes still twinkled with the ray of hope while she was staring at Stanford.

It seemed that she hoped to get an answer to encourage herself not to give up.

Stanford’s face was calm and cold. He pressed his lips more and more tightly as if in an instant, he was wrapped with a layer of low pressure.

With darkened eyes, he stared at Phoebe, feeling complicated.

For a long while, he didn’t answer.

The silence spread in the dining room as if the air was pulled off gradually, making Phoebe so hard to breathe.

Her uneasy heart became calmer and calmer as the time passed, sinking bit by bit in the deep abyss.

Since Stanford didn’t answer, it was a euphemistic denial of her question.

Phoebe realized that although he didn’t blame her, lies were just lies to him, which couldn’t be forgiven at all.

He allowed her to continue staying with Florence and being her bestie, but that was just for Florence. For him, Phoebe’s lie was a barrier that could never be worn away between him and her.

Although they were in the same place and they were just a few steps away from each other, Phoebe could clearly feel the gap that they could never overcome between them.

It would be impossible for her to be with him in her life though she hoped pretty much so.

He would never forgive her for deceiving him, and nor would he let her obtain his heart and treat her as his beloved woman.

Phoebe’s heart went cold. With twinkled eyes, she parted her lips in difficulty.

She uttered, “Well... Please ignore my question. I’m not hungry. Please excuse me.”

After finishing her words, Phoebe hurriedly turned around and trotted out of the dining room.

She acted in a panic and didn’t want to continue staying here for any more second. She was afraid that she might break down the next second.

overwhelmed by the

refusal was so clear

but blame her for not giving up

Phoebe’s receding figure. He felt as if something

occupied his

lost something, making him

are

the dining room, she bumped into Phoebe, who

Florence found her eyes reddened and she was trying her best to hold back her emotion

so sorry

pulled Phoebe’s hand in a hurry and asked worriedly,

tears and didn’t raise her

hard to lower her voice, making her

I’ll go back to

let Phoebe

the dining room, only to find that Stanford was standing there

realized that something unpleasant must

and

Ernest and said, “I’ll go back with

answered, Florence pulled Phoebe to

kept lowering her head, following Florence in a

receding

around and

up to him. She asked politely,

light breakfast to the guestroom

Phoebe, and he wouldn’t stop her.

maid answered and

standing upright motionlessly. His cold gaze

as if he had everything in

doubted if everything could go

was always

Stanford said in a deep voice, “Benjamin Turner’s health condition is stable now. We can set off

recovered and he

went back to the Turner’s, he would probably face being apart from

would stay in

back