My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 828

She was thinking about an excuse. Maybe she should act like she twisted her foot, and use it as an excuse to not dance anymore.

She was thinking about it. She then put out her foot and wanted to act that she twisted it. But then someone reached out their hand and grabbed her arm.

The person’s palm was large and warm as if a fire was burning her skin.

Phoebe felt electrocuted. She quickly withdrew her arm and looked at the person next to her anxiously.

“Mr. Fraser, you…”

Stanford’s hand was left tensely midair.

His eyes dim and he stared at his empty hand. There was a hint of darkness in his eyes.

He then said in a low voice, “Let’s dance.”

He opened his hand and was in an inviting pose.

Phoebe’s eyes were wide open. She looked at him confoundedly and wondered if she was hearing things, or that she was dreaming.

Did Stanford really want to dance with her?

This was too…

She didn’t even dare to think more about it.

Stanford started to feel annoyed seeing her all shocked and dazed. He reached out his hand and this time, he grabbed hers.

Hers was small and soft, he was taken aback upon touching it.

Phoebe was also stunned in place.

As if she was electrocuted, her eyes were wide open from the shock, and it was glistening as she stared at the person before her.

Stanford felt a bit uncomfortable, he tried to change the topic.

“Let’s go.”

Then, he nervously darted his eyes away, he turned around and pulled Phoebe towards the dance floor.

His walking was showing unrest.

Phoebe was forced to walk with him on the grassy field. She was staring at their hands the whole time, she didn’t even blink once.

Her quiet heart started to beat fast as if a switch was turned on.

He was like poppy, poisonous yet hard to resist. Once you got close to him, you would go crazy.

Stanford only stopped after they got to the dance floor. He turned around and looked at Phoebe.

He frowned looking at her so perplexed, he asked in a low voice.

“Do you know how to dance?”

“What?”

Phoebe snapped back to reality and nodded nervously, “Yes, yes I do.”

She was so flabbergasted that she almost forgot that they were about to dance.

Stanford pursed his lips and fixed his posture. He grabbed Phoebe by the waist.

They were facing each other, staring into the other’s eyes as they were standing so close to each other.

Phoebe’s heart was pounding loudly again.

She looked down jitterily and didn’t dare to look up again.

She was warning herself that this was only a dance. To Stanford, this was a task for a greater goal.

There weren’t any other emotions involved.

She shouldn’t think too much, she shouldn’t flatter herself.

Stanford grimaced looking at how tense Phoebe was. Did she hate to be with him so much?

Not even a dance?

He felt somewhat bothered. It was as if a stone was placed on top of his heart, he was getting irked by it and wanted to break the stone into pieces.

He pursed his thin lips and grabbed Phoebe even tighter by the waist. He led the dance.

They were dancing elegantly, but he purposely put more force into it.

Phoebe’s body was moving passively, she couldn’t control her movements very well and just like that she started dancing with him. He was stronger and was moving with force, she almost lost her balance a few times.

She was about to fall into his arms after every few steps.

She was immensely nervous, trying to focus and finish the dance. She used up all her energy to try to balance herself.

Kieran watched them dancing on the dance floor while holding a glass of wine in his hand.

The expression in his eyes was atrocious.

He was the one who was supposed to dance with Phoebe tonight.

“Shit!”