My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 988

The cake was cut in the witness of everyone, and an atmosphere of cheer permeated the banquet.

Juliette asked confusedly.

"Where is Phoebe? How come I didn't see her?"

Her question drove everyone's attention. People had been wondering why Phoebe was absent since the cake-cutting ceremony was on.

Stanford's eyes dimed and explained, "She is changing clothes. I think she will be here soon."

Juliette gave a knowing nod and said, "So, that's how it is. That's why Denzel couldn't find her."

…

Juliette looked around to search for Denzel, "I have to tell him … Well, where is Denzel?"

Juliette scanned the thick crowd of guests, but she couldn't find Denzel.

Denzel should be there, even if he was just a guest. How could he miss?

At this time, a voice rang in the crowd, "Ms. Fraser, I saw Denzel head to the side hall."

People all turned to the side hall.

Stanford's face turned gloomy.

And another whisper came, "Is Phoebe's dressing room in the side hall? Did Denzel go to her …"

Stanford turned icy.

He put down the knife and said to Victoria.

"Mom, I'll find out what happens."

After that, he walked off to the side hall.

When Juliette started after Stanford, a triumphant smirk flashed across her eyes.

Braylee suddenly ran forward and stood in front of Stanford.

She kindly persuaded, "Stanford, you should stay here. Look, Phoebe admired Denzel for many years, and it's a great chance to meet her idol, so they must have a lot to say. So, you should give them some time and take care of the banquet, right?"

Braylee's words pushed Stanford's rage to the extreme.

The heat of anger was violently burning in his chest.

He ignored Braylee, bypassed her, and stormed towards the side hall.

Braylee worriedly shouted, "Stanford …"

Stanford might not see the irrepressible smile rising to Braylee's lips.

Anger was boiling up inside him.

The dressing room was a mess.

Things were all over the floor: clothes, cosmetics, and furniture.

It looked like having experienced a severe storm.

Denzel forcefully sat on Phoebe in bed, and the red dress had been ripped halfway off her body.

Denzel's forehead was bleeding.

He touched his forehead and put his blood-stained fingers in his mouth, licking them. He looked playfully hideous.

"What a little wildcat!"

"Bastard! Rogue! Shame on you! Get the hell out of my way!"

Phoebe screamed and flew into a fury.

Denzel was simply a jerk.

He was a disgusting scumbag.

"You have turned me on. How can I leave like this?"

Denzel gave an evil smile, leaned towards Phoebe, and kissed her.

Denzel controlled Phoebe's both legs and arms. She couldn't move a bit. As he bent down, Phoebe kept her mouth closed and turned her head away.

Denzel's lips landed on Phoebe's face.

Denzel smiled playfully, "Since you don't want me to kiss on your lips, I have no other options but move elsewhere."