My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 986

Stanford couldn't even follow their conversation.

He was like an outsider watching as they had fun.

But Stanford didn't even bother to join them.

He was upset because he seemed to be oblivious to Phoebe's hobby.

And Phoebe wouldn't even talk to him about these.

Denzel understood her like he had become Phoebe's best mate. They could talk forever.

Stanford couldn't hold up for any longer. He had to vent it out on someone.

After a while, Phoebe felt that a sense of aloofness intermittently washed over her.

She turned around in confusion and saw Stanford's poker face.

He pursed his lips, turning icy. Everyone could see that he was angry.

Phoebe gaped at him for a while.

It was rare to see Stanford become angry at this obvious level.

But what's wrong with him?

As Phoebe stopped talking, Denzel also looked towards Stanford.

When he saw the grumpy Stanford, Denzel raised his glass to him with a bright smile on his face.

"Is this Mr. Fraser? I'm too happy to forget my etiquette. I'm sorry, Mr. Fraser. I should have greeted you earlier."

"I'm honored to be included in your engagement party. I wish I could also get a gig at your wedding party."

It would be a privilege to have Denzel at the wedding party. People seldom had that chance.

Phoebe might be one of the few lucky people in the world.

Her eyes gleamed with happiness, and It'd probably just make her admire Denzel even more.

But Stanford didn't cheer for this as Phoebe did. How could he invite Denzel to the wedding party?

Stanford wouldn't do such a silly thing to humiliate himself by inviting another man to his wedding party.

He won't give himself a hard time.

Stanford responded in a frosty tone.

"Well, you wish."

He poured cold water on Denzel's enthusiasm.

Denzel's mouth twitched, feeling a little embarrassed.

Phoebe didn't expect Stanford to turn him down.

Was he in a bad mood?

After a moment of awkward silence, Denzel adjusted his mood and raised his glass to Stanford with a neutral smile.

"Mr. Fraser seems not a big fan of music. You must have better plans for the wedding. Well, I'm glad that we meet at the engagement party. After this drink, I hope we can be friends."

Then he winked cheerfully at Phoebe.

His mischief brought people closer.

Phoebe had never dreamed of making friends with her idol in her life. How can she reject such a good offer?

She picked up a glass. As she clinked glasses with Denzel, someone took his wine away in a domineering manner.

Stanford said frigidly, "You haven't recovered yet. No alcohol is allowed."

If it wasn't for Stanford, Phoebe must let the cat out of the bag.

It was an awkward moment for everyone.

Denzel was waiting for Stanford's response, but Stanford had no intention of raising his glasses.

Phoebe broke the silence and said, "I'm sorry. I can't drink due to some health issues."

Denzel had offered twice, but Stanford remained unmoved. The wide smile slowly froze on his face.