My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 1031

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.

"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.