My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 884

Stanford drank while answering the questions honestly.

Upon hearing his answers, Roan’s bias on Stanford had changed tremendously.

In the end, he had a conclusion: Stanford was different from other wealthy or powerful men. He had everything, but he had a pure heart.

Stanford was faithful to others.

In terms of love, he was like a teenager, as clean as a blank sheet.

This kind of man was frequently seen among teenagers, but teenagers were too young and inexperienced. They were too immature.

However, Stanford had experienced ups and downs in life. He could even be seen as a winner out of hardships. He was a perfect man in this aspect.

He had a perfect mind and career, but his sentiment was as pure as a teenager's. This kind of man was rarer than the golden bachelors.

He was precious.

It wasn’t until then did Roan realize how lucky Phoebe was to be with Stanford.

Although Stanford hadn’t fallen in love with her yet, he would make Phoebe happy all her life.

However, now...

Roan was almost drunk.

He still asked Stanford stubbornly, “Do you love her?”

“No, I don’t,” answered Stanford without any hesitation.

However, he was smiling. “I just like being with her together. When she’s with me, no matter what she’s doing, I’ll feel pleased.

“I like to watch her laugh and want to protect her. I hope she can be so happy all the time,” said Stanford.

His eyes became a bit bleary, but a trace of sorrow flashed through them.

When they were on the cliff, he said those ruthless words to hurt Phoebe. For a long time after that, he hadn’t seen Phoebe smile again.

For him, that period was like living in Hell.

He wouldn’t want to experience it for the second time.

Hence, Stanford had made up his mind to protect Phoebe’s smile.

Roan looked into Stanford’s eyes. From his smile, Roan could see through his mind.

Stanford didn’t fake anything. He said everything from the bottom of his heart.

Truth spoke after drinking. Stanford wouldn’t lie to him.

Roan finally felt relieved. He didn’t think it would be wrong to let Stanford marry Phoebe.

Roan believed that, when he told his wife this news after she came back from abroad, she would also be happy about his decision.

“I’m so happy today. Cheers!”

Roan raised his glass high.

Stanford had drunk a lot, but he didn’t refuse. He clinked his glass with Roan’s.

The next morning.

Florence, Ernest, Phoebe, and Collin had arrived at the dining room, but Roan and Stanford, who would always appear at the earliest, still hadn’t shown up.

They wondered where the two men were.

They exchanged glances with each other.

“Phoebe, where’s your father? Should you give him a call?”

Phoebe nodded. Roan always arrived on time. He didn’t call her ahead of that he wouldn’t come for breakfast. Hence, it was a bit abnormal.

Meanwhile, she looked at Stanford’s seat opposite her.

Last night, she took the initiative to message him, but he didn’t reply to her until now. It was also abnormal.

Subconsciously, Phoebe felt uneasy, wondering if anything had happened.

“Beep... Beep...”