My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 937

Her foxy eyes were like fire burning in Stanford’s heart.

And then his whole body froze. A fire rose from his lower abdomen to the top of his head, encouraging him to do something.

But he managed to repress this impulse by virtue of his outrageous self-control.

“Wait till you feel better and now get some sleep.” He said stiffly.

No sooner had he said it than he closed his eyes first without giving Phoebe a chance to speak.

He slept in a proper position with his hands on his stomach.

Seeing his evasive actions, she gave a playful smile.

He tried to avoid the subject, but she wouldn’t let him so easily.

With a “click”, Phoebe raised her hand to turn off the bedside lamp.

Then she lay down beside him, exactly shoulder to shoulder.

Stanford’s body suddenly became tighter and his breathing heavier. It took him a while to adjust.

This situation is intense for sure.

The smile on her face got even wider. She glanced at him and then said quietly, “Mr. Fraser, I feel so cold.”

Cold?

Stanford opened his eyes, looking surprised.

This is a temporary room with no air conditioning, but now the temperature is very comfortable with a thin quilt.

How could she still be cold?

“Mr. Fraser, I feel so cold, so cold,” Phoebe mumbled again, her voice sounding aggrieved, “Is it a sequela caused by the poison?”

It is possible.

Now she just needed to be nurtured.

His suspicion vanished quickly. And he pulled the quilt tighter.

He said in a deep voice, “Is it better? I’ll find you a quilt again.”

“Don’t go, I’m afraid.”

Phoebe grabbed his finger just right before his movement.

She only grabbed one finger with a cautious and scared look on her face which made him feel sorry.

Stanford frowned and said worriedly, “Still feeling cold?”

“Yeah…”

“Shall I send Collin in to take a look?”

“No.”

“He is just outside the door, and will come as soon as we call him.”

He was very considerate. That way he would not have to leave Phoebe, but also allow Collin to come in and examine her.

Phoebe rolled her eyes while it was dark. Despite this big scene she had played, Mr. Fraser still didn’t get it.

Does She really need to make it so clear?

Phoebe gritted her teeth and asked in wounded tones, “Have you heard the story of two people cuddling each other to keep warm in the snow?”

Stanford was stunned; he hadn’t heard this kind of story.

All the stories he had heard before were when people struggle to survive in the snowy wild, the fellow partners are the best heaters.

So, she meant...

His tall frame tightened more, and even in the darkness he could not hide his awkwardness.

Except for that night, it was the first time that he was lying on the same bed with a woman, and the other party was the one who somehow could effortlessly manipulate his mood.

It was okay to lie down now, but to hold her…

For the first time, Stanford began to worry about his self-control.

Phoebe grumbled again, “Cold...”

The cat-like murmuring was stirring up the impulsion in Stanford, but then he felt more of a heartache.

Just because she said she was cold.