My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 918

Almost instinctively, Stanford grabbed Phoebe’s waist and held her in his arms.

The next second, he took the initiative and kissed her.

His embrace was firm and warm. His body temperature passed through the clothes and warmed up her skin and heart.

Feeling his kiss and hug, Phoebe felt so happy and sure.

This man used to be untouchable and lofty, but now, he belonged to her entirely.

He was hers.

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The day of making a proposal to the Frasers’ was approaching.

In the past few days, Ernest had almost arranged everything for the wedding. He also prepared the betrothal presents in person.

Everything was done. They counted days to go to the Fraser Mansion.

From time to time, Florence would look at her wedding dress and the bridegroom’s suit in the cloakroom.

It was a black suit. However, one could see from the details that this suit was a match for the wedding dress.

The design was quite unique.

However, Florence realized that she had done nothing for Ernest, but he had done so many things for her.

Florence thought for a while. Looking at Ernest’s suit, she planned to get him a set of cuff-links.

It would be a fine touch to the outfit.

Hence, she went to see the Eighth Elder.

Although Ernest had arranged almost everything for the wedding, the Eighth Elder was also responsible for many details. After all, the wedding was a complicated mission.

Florence wanted to get Ernest the cuff-links, so she should go to Elder Kevin.

After a few days, Florence and Kevin had gotten to know each other better. She found that he was indeed unique in the complicated Turner family.

The Seventh Elder Keenan didn’t care about anything. Unlike him, Kevin was gentle, polite, and hard working. He was always kind to others.

He never put on airs as an elder in the family. He was pretty easygoing.

Florence felt quite comfortable after getting along with him for a few days.

When she arrived at the door of Kevin’s room, she saw the door was half-opened.

She realized that someone was in there.

Feeling quite delighted, Florence didn’t think she had come in vain.

When she was about to knock on the door, she heard a smashing sound from the inside. It seemed something made of glass was smashed onto the floor.

She wondered what had happened.

In confusion, she heard a man speaking in an ironic room before she could take a look.

“Kevin, you are just a loser. Can’t you even hold the glass when pouring wine?”

“He’s indeed a useless loser.”

The two men echoed each other and spoke sarcastic words.

Florence was so surprised. She had never expected that the respected Eighth Elder could be mocked by others in that way.