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.

was overwhelmed

refusal was so

her for not giving up

figure. He felt as if

emptiness occupied

told him that he had lost something, making him panicked, but he couldn’t grasp it at

Where are you

dining room, she bumped into Phoebe, who was

Phoebe’s expression, Florence found her eyes reddened and she was trying her best to hold

so sorry for

Phoebe’s hand in a hurry and

tears and didn’t raise her head at

tried hard to lower her voice, making her sound

answered, “I’m not hungry, Flory. I’ll go back to the room. Please

let Phoebe leave by

the dining room, only to find that Stanford was standing

unpleasant must have

thought it over and quickly made up her

back with Phoebe. You can

answered, Florence

her head, following Florence in a

receding

turned around and waved

dining room walked up to him. She asked politely, “Hi, Mr. Hawkins. What can

portions of light breakfast to the guestroom in ten

and he wouldn’t stop

maid answered and went to

motionlessly. His cold gaze fell on

looked elegant and calm as

Stanford doubted if everything could go

was

Turner’s health condition is stable now.

had almost recovered and he

he

would stay in the

would go back