My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 876

“That’s very likely. Or should we just give it a try and see how it goes?”

Phoebe’s eyes were sparkling, “How can we try it?”

Was it possible to give such things a try?

Florence gave it a thought and a vixen-like smile appeared at the corner of her lips. She then pulled Phoebe close and whispered something into her ears.

After hearing that, Phoebe’s face became reddish with embarrassment as a blush formed on her cheeks.

“Isn’t that too embarrassing?”

Florence winked hard while nudging Phoebe’s shoulder, “Don’t you want to experience it?”

Phoebe was so shy that she darted off in the outside direction.

She of course wanted to try it!

Florence looked at how feminine Phoebe was and found herself in a good mood. Her best friend was going to be together with her elder brother.

For those two who were kind and decent people, they could finally attain happiness.

It was great.

She walked away with a big smile on her face following after Phoebe’s steps.

After ten minutes, Florence and Phoebe came into the little garden.

Stanford who was having afternoon tea saw them coming and his gaze became perturbed. His gaze lingered on Phoebe for a moment.

Florence walked towards him with a smile, “Stanford, you’re finally not busy anymore?”

“Yes.” Stanford nodded, “All I am doing is waiting for Kieran to reach home.”

Florence flashed a smile, “We are just loitering around here and we are a little thirsty. Can we share the afternoon tea with you?”

Stanford said with affection, “Do you think I will say no if that’s what you want? Come sit here.”

Florence dragged Phoebe to sit down by the table and she even purposely made sure that Phoebe was seated just beside Stanford.

Stanford took up the tea pot and poured a cup of tea for both Florence and Phoebe.

He began gracefully, “This is yellow mountain tea, and it’s a little bitter. If you can’t get used to the taste, I will ask someone to change it.”

“I can drink this. I like something a little bitter too.”

Phoebe raised her cup and took a tiny sip.

The first impact of the taste was very bitter, but after a while, there was a faint fragrance slowly filling her mouth. This was a good tea.

Stanford watched Phoebe drinking her tea and there was something moving in his eyes. This was his favorite tea, and she liked it too.

This sensation somehow put him in a good mood.

Florence looked at the tea in front of her and found herself hesitating. She didn’t like bitter tea as she only liked sweet stuff.

Florence didn’t take her cup but instead she looked around her and said with a fabricated astonishment, “Hey, these flowers are blossoming in such a great state.”

Upon hearing that, Phoebe knew that Florence was going to shift into her act according to their script. She couldn’t help but start to feel nervous.

Her wary gaze avoided Stanford as she followed suit and scanned her surroundings.

She nodded in agreement, “Yes, they indeed look nice. It just so happens to be the season of flowers blossoming at the moment and right in front here you can even see some roses.”

“There are roses too? Then you should bring me and take a look at it. I love roses the most, because it signifies beautiful love.”

Florence looked at Phoebe with smiley eyes and said, “Phoebe, don’t you like to watch Korean dramas? I remember you saying that you like a particular scene where the protagonist confessed to the female lead by carrying a huge bouquet of ninety-nine roses. There is even a ring in the middle of those roses.”

Phoebe’s face started to turn red as her eyes stole some glances at Stanford before she retrieved her gaze.

She replied,, “Yes, that’s my favorite scene in a Korean drama. It’s very romantic.”

“Hmm, does that mean that if someone were to propose to you with ninety-nine stalk of roses, you would agree to marry him?”

With her eyes lighting up, Phoebe nodded lightly.

“Yes.”

As her thoughts wandered, she stole a glance at Stanford and saw that he was holding the tea pot with a graceful posture while pouring tea.

His movements were noble and majestic, and his expression was composed and serene.

There seemed to be no excitement on his face, and he seemed to be not so invested in her conversation with Florence.