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My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 985

Denzel Duncan was a world-famous superstar and Phoebe's idol.

He was a vigorous young man who was proficient in singing and dancing. His face was a perfect blend of two different cultures. In Phoebe's eyes, Denzel was an idol of talent and charm.

Phoebe once flew across the country for his concert and cheered with lots of followers in the rain.

But Phoebe did not expect Denzel to be here for a private performance.

The Fraser family was kind of omnipotent.

But Stanford gave a disapproving look at Juliette on the side.

"No outsiders are allowed. Do you still remember the family rule? "

The Fraser family would never let a random actor come in and out freely.

Otherwise, they were at the risk of giving away her presence.

Juliette had prepared for this coming, so she scooted towards Phoebe and said with a smile.

"Isn't it a welcoming party for Phoebe? I knew she was a fan of Denzel, so I invited him over.

Stanny, relax. He came blindfolded, so he wouldn't know where he was."

Juliette was satisfied with her decision.

Stanford's eyes flicked at Phoebe.

Phoebe must have been exhilarated if Denzel had shown up at the party.

After a moment of hesitation, Stanford agreed with a silent nod, "Fine, bring him in."

Before Phoebe recovered from the sudden happiness, Denzel came on the stage.

Her heart raced with anticipation and excitement.

Phoebe couldn't believe her eyes. It was Denzel at her party!

She had been captivated by Denzel's talent once at the seat far away from the stage. That was the first time Phoebe went to Denzel's concert.

Phoebe was thrilled because she never dreamt of seeing Denzel's performance up close.

The excitement had overshadowed Phoebe's mind. She almost forgot Juliette might be a monster.

The stage lights dimmed suddenly.

Then a beam of light fell on a slender figure. It slowly became clear in the light.

The man ducked his head, wearing the trendiest outfit. He held a guitar, and strands of blue and purple hair fell down.

Denzel had captured everyone's attention as soon as he showed up.

His fingers slid through the strings, and pleasant notes jumped out of the guitar.

The sound came in succession and then formed a beautiful prelude.

"When the flower blooms all over the mountain, when the verdant green lines up the edge, I realized that your smile is above all that…" sang a charming voice, as sweet as a bell.

At the last line, he suddenly raised his head and landed his gaze at Phoebe.

Sparkling sequins scattered over the corners of his eyes, adding more charm to his ocean-deep eyes.

His eyes were like a drug. People would be obsessed with him at first glance.

Phoebe gaped at him, and his cheeks immediately flamed.

She still couldn't believe it.

Denzel was making an eye on her!

Phoebe was flattered. She nodded hard.

"I love it! It's the best song I've ever heard. Denzel, I'm so lucky."

Stanford glared at Denzel's hands. At these insolent movements, his anger rose.

He barely controlled the anger and wanted to kick Denzel out of the house.

But as Stanford saw Phoebe's happy face, he didn't want to let her down.

So, he decided to live with it.

It was just an actor. Stanford didn't care about him.

Denzel put down Phoebe's hands, and the kiss was out of the common etiquette.

He looked into Phoebe's eyes and whined.

"Is this the best? Then what about the previous albums?"

"I like them all," Phoebe explained with her hands waving no, "No matter it was old or new, I remember all the lyrics."

Phoebe loved every beautiful and attractive thing. She once fell for Stanford's pretty face.

At that time, she was mesmerized by Denzel's attractive face too. But as time passed, she got more and more stuck in his musical talent.

Almost every Denzel's song was popular, and the lyrics were beautiful and impressive. Phoebe loved every piece of them.

So, Phoebe worshiped Denzel as an idol.

They had a cheerful conversation when it came to Denzel's albums.

But Stanford burnt with anger at the side.

A flame of fury blazed hotly in Stanford's chest.

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