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

so clear

help but blame her for not giving up

stood stiffly, gazing at Phoebe’s receding figure. He felt as if something was dug out from his

occupied his heart

him that he had lost something, making him panicked,

are

room, she bumped into Phoebe, who

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

so

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

were full of tears and didn’t raise her head

hard to lower her

hungry, Flory. I’ll go back to

let

glance at the dining room, only to find that Stanford was standing there upright like

unpleasant must have happened between

it over and quickly

to Ernest and said, “I’ll go back with Phoebe. You can stay and have breakfast with

answered, Florence pulled

head,

at Florence’s receding figure deeply, pressing

he turned around and waved his

waiting outside the dining room walked up to him.

to the guestroom

Phoebe, and he wouldn’t stop her. However, she must have

maid answered and

motionlessly. His cold

latter looked elegant and calm as if he had

doubted if everything could go as

was always

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

Ernest had almost recovered and he could be on his way

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

would stay in the

go back