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

was so clear

but blame her for not giving up and

Phoebe’s receding figure. He felt as if something was dug out from his heart, feeling so

emptiness occupied

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

are you

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

found her eyes reddened and she was trying

so sorry for

hand in a hurry and asked

of tears and didn’t raise her head at

lower her voice, making her sound more

hungry, Flory. I’ll go back to the

Florence let Phoebe

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

something unpleasant must have happened

it over and

back with Phoebe.

Ernest answered, Florence pulled Phoebe

her head, following Florence

gazed at Florence’s receding figure deeply, pressing

turned around

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

of light breakfast to the guestroom in ten minutes,”

and he wouldn’t

and went to prepare

motionlessly. His cold

and calm as if he had everything in

if everything could go as

was always

voice, “Benjamin Turner’s health condition is stable now. We can set off to the

recovered and he could be on

Turner’s, he would probably face being apart

stay

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