My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 951

Stanford was as stiff as a piece of wood, panting slightly in the dark, unable to move.

Phoebe was not satisfied yet, and muttered,

"Mr. Fraser, this is uncomfortable. Raise your arm, put it under my neck. I want to use it as a pillow."

What…

He raised his arm rigidly. A small head immediately rested on it.

And her body moved forward, and the whole place of softness was stuck to him.

He could clearly feel the curve of her soft body. The warm heat was also transmitted to his skin through the clothes.

It was warm, meanwhile it scorched him like a fire.

Stanford felt that the self-control that he used to be proud of was about to break down in minutes, turning himself into a demon and driving him to do impulsive things.

Phoebe didn't realize that she was igniting fire. She even put her little finger on Stanford's chest, gently drawing circles.

She murmured, "Dear Mr. Fraser, staying with you like this and seeing such a delicious man in front of me, I can't help but want to eat you. What should I do?"

Stanford was shocked. His stiff body shuddered slightly.

He just couldn't control it anymore.

He squeezed his fist tightly. His voice went very deep. And he could only spit out two words from his lips with difficulty.

"Calm down."

In the darkness, Phoebe' eyes rolled, and a foxlike smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

At this time, he can actually ask him to calm down?

How could her little lover be so adorably conventional?

She murmured, "What if I can't calm down?"

Feeling the softness in his arms and the seductive words in his ears, the beast in his body almost roared out of the cage of self-control.

Stanford took a deep breath, then another deep breath.

"Calm down again."

Listening to the heavy breathing in her ear, Phoebe was smiling helplessly.

It seemed that they have not gone so far yet. And Ms. Fraser's defense has not been broken.

However, she has made progress. She had won the benefits of sleeping together every day until dawn and made Stanford psychologically recognized that they would share the same bed.

They are all sleeping together now. Is it far from getting the last thing done?

Phoebe smiled like an evil fox.

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The place where Stanford stayed was far away from Florence, and there was a big jet lag.

At least when it was time for Stanford to go to bed, Florence was just about to have dinner.

She hung up the video call and noticed that she was still at the dining table. The other three people were looking at her.

Thinking of the stuff she said in the video call just now, Florence flushed with embarrassment and quickly put the phone down.

She said embarrassingly, "My brother is safe, and I can rest assured. Come on let's eat, do enjoy your meal."

Ernest suddenly approached her, his tall body almost confined her in his arms.

His thin lips were quite close to her ears. He was breathing lightly to her ear.

"Doing exercise before going to bed is good for health?"

He also specifically added the word "before bedtime", which meant so bluntly that people couldn't even pretend that they don't understand.

Florence almost couldn't hold her chopsticks in shame. And her cheeks were flush with pink.

She hurriedly pushed Ernest away, and said in embarrassment,

"I was talking about my brother."

The smile on the corner of Ernest's mouth got even bigger. His eyes were dark and gloomy, as if they were on fire.

That look was full of dangerous aggression that Florence couldn't be more familiar with.