My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 1031: I Don't Want to Lie to You



Stanford immediately held her in his arms and patted her hair lovingly.

"Okay, you won't have it anymore. Even if you look like this, I like you. No one dares to disrespect you."

"You can have the operation when you want to in the future. If you can't accept it, you never need to do it." Phoebe lay in Stanford's arms and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Her tensed body relaxed a little.

Stanford looked at her lovingly and said,

"Well, don't think about this anymore. Let's eat."

Phoebe nodded and sat up from Stanford's arms. She looked up and met Collin's playful gaze.

Her gaze was like a laser beam, sweeping away all over her body.

Phoebe's eyes shifted slightly, and she was a little flustered.

She held Stanford's hand that holding the spoon and whispered,

"I'm full. I want to take a walk."

Stanford frowned and looked at the porridge that was consumed a little. Phoebe had only eaten a few mouthfuls. How could she be full?

But facing her expectant eyes, he didn't want to refuse her.

She had just escaped from danger and her body and soul were at their weakest. He'd like to give her whatever she wanted.

Stanford stood up and said, "Okay, I'll keep you accompanied."

Stanford held Phoebe in his arms and walked out.

Collin chewed the vegetables, looked at the plenty of food left on the table, and then looked at the backs of the two meaningfully. Was she full?

Or was her appetite affected?

...

The entire hotel was booked by Stanford.

In the large hotel garden, there was no irrelevant person at all.

Stanford held Phoebe's hand and walked slowly.

As walked, they arrived at a place with luxuriant flowers and beautiful scenery in the garden.

Looking at the flowers around, Phoebe's eyes flickered and she pulled Stanford to stop.

She smiled and said, "I like this place."

Stanford also stopped and looked around. "There's a pavilion there. Do you want to rest for a while?"

The wounds on her body had not healed yet, so she'd better have more rest. However, Phoebe shook her head and looked at Stanford with bright eyes.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Do you still remember? Last time you kissed me in such a blooming garden."

Phoebe was open-minded, and Stanford kissed her more and more later.

But he remembered every time.

Almost every time, Phoebe took the initiative to flirt with him.

Thinking of the past, Stanford's eyes softened. He stared at Phoebe and nodded gently.

"Yes, I do."

Phoebe stood on tiptoe and her little face approached Stanford.

She said softly, "Kiss me again."

The same person, almost the same scene.

The string of his heart seemed to have been plucked.

Stanford took the opportunity to hold Phoebe's waist and kiss her with his thin lips.

When he touched her lips, however, it was like a basin of cold water splashed over his head. He felt that he was kissing a piece of wood. There isn't any feeling. Instead, he felt a little resistance.

Almost instinctively, Stanford pulled Phoebe away and ended the kiss that was about to start.

Phoebe didn't expect it to be like this.

Looking at Stanford stressed, her face turned pale and her expression was upset.

"You, don't you want to kiss me?"

Stanford furrowed his brows tightly. He could not bear to see Phoebe in such a bad mood. However, he could not deny this problem.

It was the feeling last night, and now it was even clearer.

No, he didn't want to kiss her.

He still liked to look at her, hold her

in his arms, and keep her by his side. He liked the feeling that she was around him, which would make his around empty heart find and sense of belonging.

But when he kissed her, he couldn't find any feeling. On the contrary, his heart would be desolate in an instant, as if it had been hollowed out in an instant.

Stanford frowned tightly, and his voice was low.

"I don't want to lie to you. I don't know what's wrong."

Phoebe's face seemed to be pale in an instant. Her eyes were red, but she couldn't even shed tears.

She looked at Stanford blankly for a long time, as if she had been hit by a tremendous blow.

It was as if time had frozen in silence.

After a long time, she moved and smiled delightedly, holding Stanford's hand intimately.

She pretended not to care and said,

"It's okay. Maybe I've just come back and I still have such a face. You're not used to it. If you don't want to,

we won't kiss each other. As long as

I can stay with you, I feel so happy."

Stanford frowned tightly.

Seeing Phoebe repress herself and be considerate to him, he felt depressed.

It was his problem but made her bear the result.

Her favorite thing in the past was to secretly kiss him, but now what a huge difference for her?

Stanford felt guilty and annoyed.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, as if he didn't know why he couldn't control himself as soon as he encountered Phoebe.

That was how the matter was skipped.

They walked in the garden hand in hand.

But the atmosphere became a little different. Each of them seemed to have worries. They were in a low mood, but pretended not to care.

They couldn't relish walking at the time.

Because of Phoebe's health, Stanford did not intend to leave immediately and give her time to recuperate before returning to the Frasers' Mansion. Moreover, he still had some things to do here.

For example, catching Braylee...

He already had the city lock down and was sure that Braylee was here. Although he hadn't caught her yet, she definitely couldn't escape.

It's only sooner or later.

As she dared to do such a vicious thing to Phoebe, he would ask Braylee to repay thousands of times as its price.

Phoebe was not in a hurry to urge him but stayed in the hotel at ease.

Her mood was gradually getting better. In the beginning, Phoebe couldn't have Collin be close to her but now she could accept to eat with Collin and let the maid come in and out of the room to deliver something.

Everything seemed to be getting well.

However, the difference was that the way that Stanford and Phoebe got along had changed.

Although she would follow him wherever he went and hold his hand, no further intimate contact. Even Phoebe did not ask for Stanford to sleep with

her at night.

She became more obedient and sensible.

Stanford was a conservative person, so he would not take the initiative to ask for a kiss and sleep. The two of them rested separately tacitly.

However, Stanford was not used to lying on the bed in the dead of night.

He even felt a little helpless. He had been pestered by Phoebe so much. Is that the reason why he got used to her lack of restraint and was addicted

to holding her to sleep?

"Or as a man, he wanted the intimate contact while pretended to reject it?"

Stanford didn't know much about this kind of thing, so he couldn't figure it out, so he found Ernest.☐☐☐☐☐