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 by the

so clear

help but blame her for not giving

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

occupied his heart

something, making him panicked, but he couldn’t grasp it at

Where are

dining room, she bumped into

reddened and she

felt so sorry for

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

eyes were full of tears and didn’t raise

hard to lower her voice, making her sound

go back to the room. Please

let Phoebe leave

room, only to find that Stanford was standing there upright like a flagpole. His handsome face

that something unpleasant must

and

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

answered, Florence

lowering her head, following Florence in a

receding

he turned around and waved

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

of light breakfast to the guestroom in

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

maid answered and went to prepare

upright motionlessly. His

looked elegant and calm as if he had

if everything could go as

was

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

had almost recovered and he could be on his way back

back to the Turner’s, he would probably face

would stay in the

go back to