My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 993

Phoebe was stunned in situ, and her whole face turned pale in an instant.

 

She was full of panic and her voice trembled violently.

 

“Why, why did he disappear?”

 

How did a living man disappear out of thin air!

 

Collin walked up the stairs and frowned at Phoebe’s bloodstained feet.

 

He said in a deep voice, “Maybe he went out from the back before you came. Just I didn’t notice that.”

 

“Really?”

 

Phoebe’s eyes flickered uneasily and didn’t believe it, but the reason seemed reasonable, which made her feel relieved a little.

 

Collin walked up to her. “I’ll find him. You deal with yourself first.”

 

Deal with what?

 

Phoebe wondered. Looking down Collin’s eyes, she noticed that her feet were full of blood.

 

But she was so nervous that she didn’t feel painful now.

 

Maybe she had been numb.

 

She shook her head. “I’m fine. I’ll deal with it later. I want to find Stanford with you now.”

 

Collin frowned and scolded, “Are you going to use these gory feet to win Stanford’s sympathy?”

 

Phoebe was stunned and nodded in agreement.

 

“Yes, that’s a good idea. If Mr. Fraser looks at my feet are full of blood, he must worry about me, so he won’t ignore me and leave.”

 

Did he remind her of that?

 

She’s so stupid and incurable.

 

Collin said seriously. “You take care of your feet, or don’t look for Stanford with me.”

 

Phoebe was depressed. She had no mind to deal with her feet at that time. Besides, she didn’t feel pain.

 

But looking at Collin’s non-negotiable appearance, she had no choice but to agree.

 

After all, her strength was limited. It’s a little difficult to find Stanford in such a big Frasers’ Mansion. Even if she found him, it would took a lot of time, but if Collin help, it would be much faster.

 

It was definitely the wisest choice to follow Collin at that time.

 

Phoebe was also really worried. Stanford had made the wine cellar look like that, and there were even blood stains. She was really worried that he would take that thing too hard.

 

The maid brought the medicine box, and the wound on Phoebe’s foot was quickly treated by the experienced maid.

 

Then she put on the new shoes, and stood up impatiently.

 

“Let’s go.

”

 

Collin sat lazily on the sofa, looked at Phoebe’s worried appearance, and looked at her feet playfully.

 

“Weren’t you drugged just now? You didn’t feel any pain at all. That looked like a sign of disability.”

 

Although Phoebe heard his sarcasm, she was not in the mood to quarrel with Collin now.

 

She urged, “Leave me alone. It’s important to find Mr. Fraser now.”

 

She really didn’t take her feet seriously.

 

Collin frowned and left her alone. He got up and walked out.

 

Out of the yard, he got on a sightseeing bus and drove towards the north and west gardens.

 

Phoebe also got into the bus and said suspiciously,

 

“Are you going to start from the west?”

 

Collin gave her a angry glance, “Do you think I’m as disoriented as you?”

 

Every word he said was to satirize her.

 

Phoebe didn’t care about being satirized. She looked at Collin with expectantly. “Do you know where Mr. Fraser is?”

 

He didn’t seem to know she was coming, or he didn’t seem to want to pay attention to her at all.

 

Phoebe felt a little uncomfortable. she was stunned and sat down beside him gently.

 

She was close to him, but half a hand away.

 

Phoebe smelled the faint smell of alcohol on him. Maybe he drank or the smell just from wine cellar. The smell was blown by the wind, and it was much lighter.

 

But one thing was almost certain that Stanford didn’t drink much or get drunk.

 

He just smashed the wine cellar.

 

“Mr. Fraser”

 

Phoebe gently called him.

 

Stanford looked at the pond without expression and didn’t respond.

 

He seemed to ignore completely her.

 

Phoebe was helpless. She was very sad and took down the simple medicine box she was carrying.

 

She opened the medicine box, took out the medicine and cotton swab to clean the wound, and pulled up Stanford’s arm.

 

Stanford’s body was stiff, but there was no obvious resistance and let her do that.

 

Phoebe carefully rubbed the potion on the wound of Stanford’s arm, which should have been cut by the fragment of the wine bottle.

 

Throughout the whole process, she patiently cleaned and bandaged. He didn’t say a word. He looked at her but didn’t resistant. He was manipulated by her like a puppet.

 

It took Phoebe a while to deal with the wound.

 

She looked up at the motionless Stanford and couldn’t understand what he was thinking.

 

Although he was not angry, he was calm, which made she feel anxious.

 

He didn’t push her away, but he also cleanly ignored her.

 

This feeling was like the calm before the storm, more like a volcano with a cold shell and rolling inside, which may erupt at any time.