My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 950: Stanford Fell into a Trap

"Eh, you, well, please, don't cry."

Stanford stretched out his hand helplessly, but his hand was slapped away by Phoebe.

Phoebe looked at him aggrievedly, and her voice was choked.

"Stanford, do you want to run away from the responsibility after you've slept with me?"

Stanford's mouth twitched. What?

He said hurriedly but seriously, "Absolutely not. I said that I will be responsible for you. I won't go back on my word."

"You said you won't regret about what you said. But why don't you even dare to admit that you have slept with me? You are lying to Flory and you just don't want Flory to know about our relationship? Isn't it because you can ditch me conveniently in the future?"

Stanford looked at Phoebe dumbfounded, completely unable to understand her logical reasoning. It sounded smooth and reasonable, but something didn't feel right.

He had to bite the bullet and explain.

"I swear I never thought about doing what you imagined I would do. These days, we did sleep together. But that's because of the environment. I am just sleeping next to you so that I can guarantee your safety. Could this be called sleeping together? You know… to do that kind of thing means we are sleeping together." Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

After a pause, for fear that Phoebe might completely misunderstand what he meant, Stanford added,

"I don't mean that I don't want to sleep with you either. No, it doesn't mean I want to rap you or something. I, I mean, before getting married, I will do my best to protect your reputation, or dignity, or virginity… And all that stuff. I will not let you be wronged because of me."

"I don't care. It's sleeping anyway. You haven't been sleeping with me all this time."

Phoebe was even more aggrieved. If Stanford argued again, she would probably cry.

Stanford's temple was popping wildly. This was completely different from what he thought and used to know. He was fine with all this kind of thing. But Phoebe is a girl, this may hurt her reputation.

But if he didn't follow what she means, Phoebe can drown him with tears again in minutes.

Stanford was really drove crazy.

He couldn't be tough at all when facing the crying. For fear that she would cry again, he hurriedly said,

"Yes, yes, I'll sleep with you every day."

After speaking, he still didn't think it was right. He was sleeping with her every day? This was simply...

He also wanted to correct his word, but Phoebe took the first step and said,

"Since you have slept for so many days and my reputation has been completely ruined by you, I have suffered a great loss."

Stanford choked. That's the truth, and he felt guilty for that...

"Since what's done was done. Let's go with the flow and turn this into a habit. From now on, we will sleep together every day."

Phoebe made the final decision.

The aggrieved look disappeared in an instant. Even the tears that swirled in her eyes disappeared. Her eyes were now sparkling like stars, and the smile on the corner of her mouth imply that her plan was done like a tricky fox.

Stanford stared at her blankly, as if he was struck by lightning. He didn't know what to say.

Did he get set up?

Florence looked at her dazed brother on the screen. While she wanted to express her sympathy, she burst into laughter teasingly.

Her pure, traditional old-fashioned, elder brother was abducted by Phoebe to a car driving towards adult world just like this.

Next, it should be the express train to something 18+.

"Brother, I also think what Phoebe said is reasonable, you have to carry the responsibility."

The responsibility these two girls talked about was completely different from the responsibility he understood!

Is he ignorant of the relationship between men and women, or those marriage mundane? Or maybe they were simply teasing him?

He simply felt that it's more likely that he was more like falling into their trap...

"Well, it's getting late, it's time to go to bed. Flory, let's have another phone call tomorrow. Your brother and I will go to bed first."

Phoebe didn't want Stanford to think too much, just hang up the phone with a smile.

Florence certainly know about what her best friend was thinking. She just seduced the man into her trap, and now she was going to enjoy every minute and every second she had.

Judging from their development, maybe their kid would come around faster than Florence's kid.

Florence was really expectant for a nephew or niece.

She said happily, "Okay, have a good rest. Besides, doing more exercise is for good health. Brother, Phoebe, good night."

After speaking, Florence smiled and hung up the phone.

At the other end of the screen, Stanford's mouth twitched again.

What did she mean by resting early and doing more exercise?

Following Ernest for a long time had make her more mischievous.

Stanford was still sighing. At this moment, a petite soft body leaped over and rubbed his arm vigorously on it.

"Dear Mr. Fraser, let's sleep together."

Stanford's body suddenly tightened and stiffened.

The soft touch from his arm was like fire licking his skin. The scorching heat spread directly from the skin to the inside of the body, igniting the fire in the lower abdomen in an instant.

He was breathing heavy, while his mind was completely blank out

He used to be impossible to be seduced. But why can't him withstand the slightest flirtation of Phoebe now?

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the desire, and said in a low and restrained voice,

"Aren't you scared anymore?"

Previously, the reason why he stayed in the same tent with Phoebe was because Phoebe said that she would be afraid to be alone when they set up the tent in the woods at night.

That's why he came to accompany her. But he originally planned to go back to his tent to sleep when she fell asleep.

But now...

"I won't be afraid if you are here. I am so sleepy now. Let's go to bed soon."

Phoebe held his arm and pulled him down.

Stanford was stiff as a zombie. His traditional opinions in his mind were being destroyed.

Single man and single woman, both unmarried, without any reason, they sleep in the same bed intimately, like a young couple.

And it seemed like they have to sleep together like this in the future.

Thinking of this, Stanford's body stiffened even more.

Phoebe couldn't pull Stanford down for a while. She stared at him with her eyes blinking, and said quietly, "Dear Mr. Fraser, why don't you sleep, or... you lied to me about what you promised just now?"

Stanford trembled all over, for fear that Phoebe would cry aggrievedly again.

He retorted almost without thinking, "No, I was saying that sincerely."

Phoebe pouted, "Then why don't you lie down and sleep?"

"I will lie down now…"

He lay down very unnaturally and stiffly. His traditional opinion of staying away from woman before marriage, all the traditional concept, fell apart in an instant, leaving only pieces everywhere.

No firm ideas or belief can match Phoebe' grievances and tears.

Forget it, just sleep with her.

Stanford comforted himself like this, extinguished the light and closed his eyes in the dark.

However, a small hand moved along his waistline and gently touched his waist.

At the same time, a leg was placed on his leg and it almost touched the spot of his little brother.