My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 978

Mr. Fraser was flushed, having no idea how to reply.

He said firmly, “No, we have to wait until …”

“Ouch, it hurts!” Cried Phoebe, with tears in her eyes.

Stanford was taken aback. He promptly bounced up to look at her with concern, “Did your wound open up?’

Phoebe said miserably, “My heart aches, and the wound aches more severely as if it were about to opening up.”

Stanford fell silent. He was afraid that any of her further action would open her wound.

The agonized expression on her face made him feel as if there was a stone pressing on his heart. His principles suddenly collapsed.

Then he said hastily, “Don’t bother. You can do whatever you like after you get well.

“Really?”

The pain was eliminated immediately from her by the words. She quickly held his hand in her hand and kissed it.

“Mr. Fraser, you are so considerate. I love you bad.”

Another wave of flush climbed on Stanford’s face.

Right now, Victoria Wilson was standing at the door, quite surprised by what she saw.

She could not believe the cute boy with his face aglow was her son.

In the past, he seemed not interested in women no matter how they accosted him. But now he was kneeling at Phoebe’s feet readily though she merely played some tricks with him.

Maybe she was the girl destined for Stanford.

Over this, Victoria was quite comforted.

With such a delighted mood, she opened the door and stepped in elegantly.

“You all woke up? I’ve brought you breakfast. Aren’t you hungry? Shall we have breakfast together?”

Indulging herself in flirting with Stanford, Phoebe was taken aback by the appearance of Victoria Wilson. Her face turned red.

It would be so embarrassing if she had seen what Phoebe had done. So, Phoebe hurried to sit up and greeted, “Mrs. Fraser.”

But Stanford reacted even faster to lift her up with his hands, whispering in a low voice, “Be careful. Don’t hurt your wound.”

Now Phoebe had no time to worry about her wound. She felt so sorry for Victoria that her face was still covered all over by flush.

She knew clearly that Stanford was a somewhat rigid man who always kept social distance with girls and refused to touch any girl before marriage, let alone sleeping together or having sex.

That’s why Phoebe quite enjoyed herself flirting with him and seeing him get embarrassed. It was quite lovely of him to comprise step by step with her and accept her.

But she could not act waywardly in front of anyone other than Stanford.

Moreover, Stanford might have grown up a traditional man under Victoria Wilson’s cultivation. If she was as rigid and traditional as Stanford, she might be unable to accept the fact that Stanford was sleeping together with her before marriage.

Although now hint of discontent could be read on her face, it was possible that she was quite dissatisfied with her secretly.

She was determined to marry with Stanford so she should not get detested by her mother-in-law in the future.

Much as Phoebe felt like crying, she had to remain composed.

“Phoebe, what are you sitting so upright for? You’d better lie down so that your wound could recover sooner.” Victoria strode towards the bed and gently pressed Phoebe’s shoulder on the pillow.

A gracious and satisfied smile was put on her face.