My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 613

Stanford paused his pace without turning around.

He asked in a cold tone, “What is it?”

Ernest walked to his side at an elegant pace, staring at him deeply.

He said in a deep tone, “If you don’t grasp someone, she would leave you forever.”

His words were reechoed in Stanford’s mind.

They stung his heart like needles, raising pain and panic in his heart.

In his mind, Phoebe’s face flashed through naturally.

She was looking at him with a cold and resistant look, and her eyes were quite aloof.

Even she was in front of him, he felt too far away from her. She was so unreal like smoke. If he wanted to grab her, she would vanish.

If he wouldn’t grab her, she would leave him.

This feeling at a loss made Stanford depressed and panicked from the bottom of his heart.

He could hardly deny that Phoebe meant different to him.

However, he still had concerns about her...

Stanford turned around. His face was like arctic ice.

He pressed his lips stiffly. “For me, Florence is the only one for me to grasp, protect, and treasure. She’s the only daughter of our Fraser family, the baby I love the most.

“Ernest Hawkins, think I don’t know what you are planning huh? Do you think I’ll understand you as long as I fall in love with Phoebe? So that I could forgive you and make your wish come true?”

His words were quite harsh, directly exposing Ernest’s purpose.

Ernest stood upright expressionlessly, looking quite calm.

He didn’t deny or object.

Stanford gazed at him, curling up his lips into an ironic smile. He was overflowing with anger.

He said in a sharp tone that was like a thorn, “Dream on!

“Ernest Hawkins, no matter if I tried to look for Phoebe, picked her up, or took care of her, that was what I should do to make up to her. However, it doesn’t mean that I wouldn’t mind that she’s deceived me.

“Lies are lies. She can’t be possibly forgiven. There won’t be anything between Phoebe and me. You’d better give up!”

He stressed each syllable affirmatively, implying that there was no possibility to change his mind at all.

In an instant, Ernest’s eyes became deepened.

...

In Florence’s room, the lights were out. Darkness blanketed the room.

Under the moonlight from the out of the window, two figures were lying on the bed, shoulder-by-shoulder.

They held each other’s hands and talking.

After listening to Florence and getting to know what she had experienced in the past few weeks, Phoebe turned to her. Feeling sorry, she reached out and hugged Florence.

She pressed her head on Florence’s shoulder and said hoarsely between sobs, “Flory, you’ve suffered a lot.”

She had a few close calls from the death and was seriously wounded. Her experience was way too hair-raising.

Phoebe had never expected that Florence would encounter those things, and nor had she expected that Florence, who grew up in peace and happiness, would encounter those horrible things.

In the dark, Florence stared at the dim ceiling, pressing her lips into a happy smile.

She slowly said, “Since Ernest was always with me, I didn’t suffer much.”

For Florence, no matter how much she had suffered, it couldn’t compare to the happiness that Ernest was still alive.

Until now, she still couldn’t dare to recall when she saw Ernest’s broken pen at that time and when Benjamin kept nagging that Ernest was dead, how despaired she was while she almost broke down.

Phoebe’s eyes twinkled.

She whispered, “What are Ernest and you planning to do next? I could tell that, Mr. Fraser... your brother still can’t accept Ernest.”

As she spoke, Phoebe couldn’t help but sympathize with Ernest of her kind.