My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 977

He strived to suppress his deep love and desire for her, which made his voice extremely hoarse and low.

“Do you want a piece of fish?”

Phoebe appreciated Stanford’s expression, which betrayed his efforts to suppress his desire, her face aglow and her smile as cunning and cute as a little fox.

She nodded repeatedly with a confirm, “Yes, yes.”

Stanford quickly looked away from Phoebe to picked a piece of fish by chopsticks in her bowl.

But another problem emerged. This fish has a lot of tiny spines.

To make it worse, he was not quite good at picking out fishbones.

But with the eager eyes of Phoebe in mind, he quietly put the piece of fish in his bowl and picked out all the fishbones in it before he fed it to her.

Phoebe instantly swallowed it, “Yummy!”

Her smile inspired a sense of achievement in Stanford’s mind. Picking out tiny spines in the fish, an otherwise trivial yet time-wasting task, became quite interesting.

Then he put another piece in his bowl and began his picking.

Phoebe feasted her eyes with his move, and that unconsciously put a smile on her face.

Shy and prim as he was, he was really charming when he behaved in a warm and gentle way.

Now even fish tastes excellent.

The meal lasted for quite a long while.

Phoebe did not have the bowls and plates removed until they both had eaten a lot.

Standing beside the bed, Stanford asked, “You feel like sleeping? Or you want to have fun a little bit or to watch TV?”

Now that Phoebe had been sleeping for a long time, it was quite natural that she could not fall asleep easily right now.

But Phoebe nodded her head with her little hand holding his sleeves tightly. She murmured softly, “I am tired. Sleep with me.”

What an enchanting invitation.

Stunned for a moment, Stanford said uneasily, “But, I, I still have work to do.”

“I will feel scared if I sleep alone,” said the girl with discontent. Tears seemed to well up in her eyes, which prompted Stanford to lose control of his mouth.

He uttered these words without a single second of hesitation, “I will be with you.”

Immediately, she put on a smiling face, pointing at the position beside her, “Here!”

The joy written on her face gave no hints of tears, looking as if what she appeared a few seconds ago was a mere illusion.

Suddenly Stanford found that Phoebe was a good flirt.

At last, he, in his pajamas, slept beside Phoebe.

On the large bed, the space between them seemed to be as wide as a soccer field.

Normally, at this moment Phoebe would deliberately press her body into Stanford’s embosom. But now, as she was wrapped all over by bandage, she could not do that.

But she could also do something else.

Amidst the darkness, she opened her mouth slowly, “Mr. Fraser, are you there?”

“I am here.” Replied Stanford in a low voice.

“But I cannot feel you. I feel as if I were still sleeping alone. I’m a little scared.”

Stanford was silent. But he could distinctly sense her existence and her smell and the heat and charm emitted by which were scorching his skin and heart.

Stanford remained silent for a while before he moved to stay closer to Phoebe.

Now the distance between them was only a few centimeters, which made his body all the more stiffened.