My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 860

Phoebe was stunned.

She was like being struck by thunder.

So, what the hell was this? The absurd night last night was not a dream, but real?

Did she really sleep with Stanford?

It was ten million times more ridiculous than a dream!

Phoebe was so shocked that she couldn't come back to her senses. Stanford's thick eyelashes trembled slightly and then he slowly opened his eyes.

His beautiful eyes were a little blurred, but there was only a second left. When he saw the Phoebe in front of him, he immediately woke up.

When their eyes met, they all saw themselves in each other's eyes, as well as their faces full of disbelief and extreme embarrassment.

"Bang!"

The two of them almost reflexively turned their backs to each other.

At the same time, they were all pulling the quilt to wrap themselves.

However, what they covered was just a quilt. As they pulled, the two people, who had been separated a little bit, were passively leaning against each other again.

The touch on their back was their smooth and warm skin.

The scene of last night was like a fire burning in her mind, making her nerves tremble.

Phoebe froze.

Stanford let go of his hand as if he had thrown away a hot potato. Then he got out of bed and put on his clothes and pants at a fast speed.

Her clothes were a little messy, but at least they covered his body.

Phoebe wrapped herself in the quilt. She was stiff and didn't dare to look at the man behind her.

Just by feeling his existence, she was about to go crazy with embarrassment.

She was really going crazy.

How ridiculous it was last night that she could sleep with Stanford! This was unimaginable, but it really happened.

She was completely confused and dumbfounded.

Although Stanford put on his clothes, he was still tightly wrapped in the uncomfortableness.

Last night, he didn't have any excuse to justify himself. He made love with Phoebe crazily when she was not awake.

Now she was awake. It was hard for her to accept it.

His eyes were deep. He hesitated for a long time before he said in a low voice, "Phoebe, last night..."

"Ah!"

Phoebe covered her ears and screamed loudly as if she was going to break through the roof.

She didn't want to listen!

Last night, she vaguely remembered those ridiculous and shameful things. She took the initiative to seduce Stanford.

The more initiative she was, the more desperate she wanted to die now.

She was worse than a beast. How could she forcibly do it with Stanford?

He must get even with her.

Embarrassed and scared, Phoebe didn't dare to stay any longer. She grabbed the quilt, wrapped herself up and jumped off the bed.

Then she rushed out without looking back.

Seeing Phoebe running away in a hurry, Stanford's temple throbbed violently.

When the woman woke up in the morning, her first reaction was to run!

It was really…

"Phoebe, stop!"

He reproached.

He had to make it clear to her about what happened last night.

Phoebe didn't want to listen to him. She opened the door and ran out.

It was too shameful.

It was so terrible.

Looking at Phoebe's sad face, Florence felt even more sorry for her.

After being poisoned last night, she had been in a coma for a whole night. She had no defensive ability at all. Phoebe must have been in the same weak state, so she had been bullied.

The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable Florence felt.

Tears welled up in her eyes. She gritted her teeth and said to Phoebe

"Phoebe, don't be afraid. Just tell me who bullied you. No matter who he is or how powerful he is, I will make him pay the price!"

Florence said seriously and firmly.

Stanford happened to hear what she said.

He suddenly froze and looked at his sister in astonishment, looking very unnatural.

Could he tell her that he was the one she was going to deal with?

Stanford felt his temples throbbing violently. He had never felt so embarrassed and stressed before.

Phoebe stood with her back to Stanford.

She bit her lips tightly and her heart was in a mess. She didn't know how to open her mouth.

But not to mention that, Florence was worried about her.

For a moment, she was in a dilemma.

Looking at Florence's red eyes, Ernest's eyes darkened all of a sudden. No matter what the reason was, he didn't want to see her sad or crying.

He turned to look at Stanford and said in a low voice, "Florence, the person you asked is here."

What?

Florence was surprised and followed Ernest’s sight...