My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 938

In the past, those were always prepared by servants. This is the first time for Stanford to do such things for others.

However, he seemed to consider this as a matter of course.

He responded, “Yeah.”

“Mr. Fraser, you are so sweet, I love you so much.”

On hearing those words, the cool look on Stanford’s face suddenly changed and his ear turned red. He didn’t even know what to do with his hands and feet.

She actually said that she loved him?

Was this a confession of love?

How should he respond?

Stanford struggled with her words and wanted Collin to teach him on the spot.

Phoebe knew that time was limited, so she finished washing up quickly and left the bathroom.

When she walked out, she unexpectedly saw Stanford who was still standing there, maintaining the exact same posture as when she entered.

He didn’t just stand there and wait for her, did he?

Phoebe raised her eyebrows happily, and said with a smile,

“Mr. Fraser, are you staying here because of your concern about me running away, or are you missing me so much that you couldn’t stand leaving me for a second?”

Stanford twitched his mouth thinking that she could really be so imaginative.

He was only standing there thinking about how to answer her "love".

But it seemed that she wasn’t expecting a reply at all.

Stanford was frustrated.

Feeling upset, he simply stopped thinking about this big problem. Then he turned around and walked outside.

He said in a gruff voice, “Let’s have breakfast.”

“Yay!”

Phoebe didn’t realize that Stanford suddenly changed his face, and followed him with a good mood.

It was only when she stepped out of the room that she could see where they were staying now.

This was a small flat, probably about four hundred square feet, with a living room next to the kitchen and no separate dining room.

There was a small pillow on the sofa, which seemed to be where Collin had slept the night before.

Phoebe was in a coma yesterday and didn’t know what happened afterwards. Now that she thought about it, it was not so easy for Stanford and Collin to hide away carrying her yesterday that they could only find such a small house to stay.

Things out there were definitely not so good.

Her smile faltered; she looked at Stanford nervously and asked,

“There are people out there chasing us, aren't there? Won’t it be hard for us to go?”

If it were just the two of them, things would be fine. They were good fighters; it would be easier to either fight or escape.

But she could do nothing but be an additional burden.

“I’ve taken care of it,” He said calmly, “You don’t need to worry.”

His assurance was such a relief to Phoebe. She looked at Stanford, her eyes full of admiration.

She praised sincerely, “My man is the best!”

Stanford suddenly froze. He had received a lot of compliments before, but it was the first time he had heard something like this.

It made him feel proud.

He felt so elated that he could not help smiling.

When Collin came out of the kitchen with a big pot of porridge, seeing the two of them, he got goose bumps all over his body.

Such a lovey-dovey scene.

She said to them, “Come to eat.”

Stanford always had a high demand for food. Normally he wouldn't even eat something that was overcooked but just threw them away directly.

However, looking at the porridge that she carefully served, he didn’t feel disgusted at all, but rather had an appetite.

He stretched his long legs, went to the table, and sat down to his porridge.

Seeing him start to eat without disfavor, Collin felt relieved.

If Stanford had taken a bite, it meant that he would not be held accountable; otherwise, Stanford would definitely torture him in many different ways afterwards.

Collin looked at Phoebe again, and suddenly found that she seemed to be more pleasing to the eye.

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A highway intersection on the border of Farnfoss City.

The layout here was completely different than usual. There were no longer just several security guards and toll collectors.

Instead, there were only two accessible passages, one for passengers and one for trucks.

Sitting at the tollbooth were two tall men in black, with cold expressions and sharp eyes, scrutinizing every car in the past.

Outside the aisle, dozens of bodyguards lined up. They stopped the car from a distance and asked the driver to get out of the car for an inspection.

If they did not cooperate, they would be detained on the spot.

If someone suddenly turned around, there would be a car chasing out immediately to intercept them.

The atmosphere at the intersection was very serious.

People in Farnfoss city heard the news and tried their best to stay in the city if they didn’t have to.

In the morning, when the traffic was the least, bodyguards stood on both sides of the road. One of them leaned on the pillar with one hand and said listlessly,

“Now that there are few people, Stanford and the others will not dare to go out of the city at this time. It could be easily detected. I mean, there is no need to be so nervous, let’s go for a cigarette.”