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

for not giving up and

receding figure. He felt as if something was dug out from

occupied

had lost something, making him panicked, but he couldn’t grasp

are

entered the dining room, she bumped into Phoebe, who was in

at Phoebe’s expression, Florence found her eyes reddened and she was trying

so sorry

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

full of tears and didn’t raise her head

lower her voice, making her

go

let Phoebe

only to find that Stanford was standing there upright like a flagpole. His

unpleasant must have

and quickly

go back with Phoebe. You can stay and have

answered, Florence pulled Phoebe to

head, following Florence in a

at Florence’s receding figure

around and waved

room walked up to him. She asked politely, “Hi,

light breakfast to

comfort Phoebe, and he wouldn’t stop her.

answered and went

was standing upright motionlessly. His cold

and calm as if he had everything

Stanford doubted if everything could go

was

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

recovered and he

he would

would stay in the

would go back to the