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

so

blame her for not

felt as if something was dug out from his heart,

occupied his

intuition told him that he had lost something, making him

Where are you

room, she bumped into Phoebe, who was in a

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

felt so

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

and didn’t raise her

to lower her voice, making her sound more

hungry, Flory. I’ll go back to the room. Please enjoy your

let Phoebe leave by

was standing there

realized that something unpleasant

and quickly made up

with Phoebe. You can stay and have

Ernest answered, Florence pulled

kept lowering her head, following Florence in a

Florence’s receding figure deeply, pressing

turned around and waved his

the dining room walked up to him. She

to the

Phoebe, and he wouldn’t stop her. However,

maid answered and

was standing upright motionlessly. His cold gaze fell

looked elegant and calm as if

everything could go as Ernest had

was always

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

that Ernest had almost recovered and he could be

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

stay in the

would go back