My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 885

Phoebe couldn’t hear her at all, running like a gust of wind.

Florence couldn’t breathe.

Right then, a big hand pressed on her shoulder from her back, forcing her to stop.

Just one second, Phoebe ran farther again.

Florence looked back anxiously.

She said, “Ernest, I must catch up with Phoebe. Let me go.”

Since everything was unknown, she was worried that Phoebe would see something that was unacceptable to her. In that case, Phoebe would be in trouble again.

Ernest said indifferently, “Relax. Nothing will happen.”

His affirmative tone calmed Florence down.

Since Ernest said nothing would happen, she believed him.

However, Florence was still worried. “I must keep an eye on Phoebe.”

“Stop running. You’ll be exhausted.”

Ernest looked at Florence unhappily, who was panting. She didn’t work out often. She ran so fast all of a sudden. He was afraid that her body couldn't take it.

Florence panicked. “But, I...”

Before she finished retorting, her legs were in midair. Ernest scooped her up in a bridal carry.

Florence wrapped her arms around his neck immediately, looking puzzled. “What are you doing, Ernest?”

“I’ll take you there.”

Ernest strode over in the direction where Phoebe had run away.

He was striding, but he was faster than Florence when she was running.

Florence looked at the man in a daze. She felt delighted. Finally, she could adjust her breath.

Phoebe arrived at Roan’s study at her highest speed.

Standing at the door and looking at the closed door, she hesitated. She didn’t push the door open or enter immediately.

She was so nervous.

She was also frightened.

She was worried that she might see a scene that she wasn’t willing to see.

After all, Stanford and her father had been in the study for a whole night and still didn’t come out. Her hair stood on the end.

With a pale face, Phoebe hesitated for a while. Then her trembling fingers fell on the doorknob.

She took a deep breath and pushed the door open with strength.

Click. As the door was open, Phoebe saw the scene behind the door.

The initially clean study was in a mess.

She saw empty wine bottles all over the floor. She couldn’t tell how much they had drunk with one glimpse.

She was overwhelmed by the pungent alcohol smell.

Roan was sitting on the floor with his upper body on the sofa. He was holding an empty bottle.

Phoebe could tell that he was so drunk.

What surprised Phoebe more was Stanford was sitting upright next to Roan. He was holding a bottle, pouring the wine into his glasses.

However, he had lost the target. His hand trembled when pouring the wine, and most of them was spilled outside.

He seemed to be impatient but tried to keep being gentlemanly when drinking. He tried his best to pour the wine...

Phoebe felt like she was getting a headache.

She couldn’t believe what she had seen.

How could her father and Stanford make the study so messy?

It turned out they didn’t fight last night nor argue. Instead, they had a great night, drinking till the following day.

Phoebe was relieved entirely but also an indescribable feeling surged in her heart.

Florence arrived soon. Standing at the door, she was startled when seeing the scene.

What a mess!

She wondered if the two men had been nuts.

Besides, after the door was open, Stanford didn’t react at all. He still concentrated on pouring the wine. Obviously, he could only keep his eyes open as he was so drunk.

Florence rubbed her forehead. “Jesus Christ! We’d better take them out.”