My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 976

“Stop it! I’d rather never have him as my nephew!”

Juliette cursed. Her eyes reddened by anger.

As the daughter of the Fraser family, she had been living a luxurious life, with no one daring to find fault with her.

But now, she was punished by her nephew according to the family rule.

She almost lost her life. And she did lose her dignity.

An expression of calculation flashed on Braylee’s face. She said with affected sympathy, “Stanny wasn’t like that before. He was good to us and he paid great respect to the elder. But since Phoebe Jenkins came into the Fraser Mansion, he has changed.”

Halting for a second, she sighed, “I have no idea how Jenkins has seduced, or deluded Stanny.”

With Rage and cruelty flashing in Juliette’s eyes and with fists clenched, she uttered word by word in wrath, “Phoebe Jenkins! I will never forgive her!”

Braylee put on her face a sophisticated smile.

…

Phoebe did not know how long she had been sleeping. When she woke up, the night had already fallen.

The room was reigned by dim, but not far from here there was a beam of light, which was not quite distinct in the midst of darkness.

It was sent out by a computer on the desk. Now Stanford was sitting before it and typing gently. To her surprise, not a single sound was produced by his fingers.

She felt as if she were appreciating a quiet and beautiful painting.

Under the dim light, his face was tinted with shades, which endowed him an enchanting sense of beauty.

But Phoebe had also noticed that below his eyes there were either shades created by the light or black rings indicating his exhaustion.

The clock told her that it was already 3.00 a.m., but he was still busy with his business.

But for look her after, he had even moved his desk to her room for work.

Phoebe was seized with a mixed feeling, her mind interwoven with warmth and sympathy.

She finally called him sweetly, “Mr. Fraser …”

Stanford suddenly stopped his typing, looking upwards toward Phoebe, “You woke up?”

Then he stood up and strode to the bed, bending over to look at her, saying, “Do you feel uncomfortable?”

Phoebe shook her head and the moment she tried to sit up on the bed, the big hand of Stanford was pressed on her back and lifted her up.

He sat on the bed, quite close to her but still at some distance like a gentleman.

Phoebe indulged herself in the fragrance of the man before she fell into Stanford’s embrace as if she were unable to sit upright.

She said softly, “I’m all right. I’m just a little tired. Could I have a rest in your arms?”

Stanford became stiffened.

Looking at the lovely face in his embrace, he felt his heart can’ t help but beating faster and faster.

He secretly swallowed his saliva, his body remaining motionless to let Phoebe rest in his embosom.

Phoebe was like a kitten quite enjoying herself in his arms.

She stared at the shining screen, asking, “You still got a lot of work to do?”

“Yep.” Stanford answered in a low voice.

“Then when will you finish your work?”

“I may spend the whole night on it, so, you can go on sleeping if you feel tired. Will I disturb you?” said Stanford with much concern.

He wanted to stay with Phoebe, but he must deal with his own affairs, so he had to move his desk in Phoebe’s room to serve both ends.