My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 951: Little Fraser?

Stanford was as stiff as a piece of wood, panting slightly in the dark, unable to move.

Phoebe was not satisfied yet, and muttered,

"Mr. Fraser, this is uncomfortable. Raise your arm, put it under my neck. I want to use it as a pillow."

What…

He raised his arm rigidly. A small head immediately rested on it.

And her body moved forward, and the whole place of softness was stuck to him.

He could clearly feel the curve of her soft body. The warm heat was also transmitted to his skin through the clothes.

It was warm, meanwhile it scorched him like a fire.

Stanford felt that the self-control that he used to be proud of was about to break down in minutes, turning himself into a demon and driving him to do impulsive things.

Phoebe didn't realize that she was igniting fire. She even put her little finger on Stanford's chest, gently drawing circles.

She murmured, "Dear Mr. Fraser, staying with you like this and seeing such a delicious man in front of me, I can't help but want to eat you. What should I do?"

Stanford was shocked. His stiff body shuddered slightly.

He just couldn't control it anymore.

He squeezed his fist tightly. His voice went very deep. And he could only spit out two words from his lips with difficulty.

"Calm down."

In the darkness, Phoebe' eyes rolled, and a foxlike smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

At this time, he can actually ask him to calm down?

How could her little lover be so adorably conventional?

She murmured, "What if I can't calm down?"

Feeling the softness in his arms and the seductive words in his ears, the beast in his body almost roared out of the cage of self-control.

Stanford took a deep breath, then another deep breath.

"Calm down again."

Listening to the heavy breathing in her ear, Phoebe was smiling helplessly.

It seemed that they have not gone so far yet. And Ms. Fraser's defense has not been broken.

However, she has made progress. She had won the benefits of sleeping together every day until dawn and made Stanford psychologically recognized that they would share the same bed. Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

They are all sleeping together now. Is it far from getting the last thing done?

Phoebe smiled like an evil fox.

...

The place where Stanford stayed was far away from Florence, and there was a big jet lag.

At least when it was time for Stanford to go to bed, Florence was just about to have dinner.

She hung up the video call and noticed that she was still at the dining table. The other three people were looking at her.

Thinking of the stuff she said in the video call just now, Florence flushed with embarrassment and quickly put the phone down.

She said embarrassingly, "My brother is safe, and I can rest assured. Come on let's eat, do enjoy your meal."

Ernest suddenly approached her, his tall body almost confined her in his arms.

His thin lips were quite close to her ears. He was breathing lightly to her ear.

"Doing exercise before going to bed is good for health?"

He also specifically added the word "before bedtime", which meant so bluntly that people couldn't even pretend that they don't understand.

Florence almost couldn't hold her chopsticks in shame. And her cheeks were flush with pink.

She hurriedly pushed Ernest away, and said in embarrassment,

"I was talking about my brother."

The smile on the corner of Ernest's mouth got even bigger. His eyes were dark and gloomy, as if they were on fire.

That look was full of dangerous aggression that Florence couldn't be more familiar with.

He said with a deep voice, "The tips should be suitable for us too, right? Why don't we try that tonight?"

How could they try this kind of thing?

He was trying different reason to get her done, right?

Florence was so embarrassed that she wanted to dig hole and slipped away. How could his brother be so upright that he couldn't even be teased? But how could Ernest be so good at squirting?

Especially discussing this topic in front of others.

Florence blushed, and her heart was beating fast as hell. She dropped her chopstick. She then hurriedly stood up. She dared not look at anyone.

"I'm full. Please, do enjoy your meal. I'll go back to the room first."

After speaking, she slipped away as if someone was hunting her.

Ernest looked at her faintly, with a flame of belief in his eyes.

He smiled and said, "Wait for me in the bedroom."

Florence staggered and almost fell down.

This was obviously a flirt.

How could Ernest be so dirty.

Seeing Florence running away without even looking back, Ernest turned his head to look at the two elders.

There was no expression on his face for an instant. As if the person who was flirting just now was not him.

He looked calm and said, "What do you want to say? Make it short."

After getting things done, he would find Florence. The flirting was real, and what he wanted to do was also for real.

It's time to put the baby thing on schedule.

In this matter, he couldn't lose to the traditional Stanford,

Finley and Kevin looked at Ernest in astonishment. As if they had not recovered from what happened just now.

It could be seen that the relationship between Young Master and Ms. Fraser was really good. What a loving couple.

These old guys were even envious.

Kevin also snapped out of it quickly, and said with a serious expression,

"After the family meeting this morning, the Master mobilized a lot of subordinates and he's already preparing to attack the Fraser family."

It seemed that knowing that there is no hope of hunting down Stanford, he intended to preemptively attack the Fraser family before Stanford returned.

Ernest nodded, "Don't do anything first, just supervise them and update me in real time."

"Yes."

Finley continued, "Young Master, there is one more thing."

"The Seventh Elder Keenan supported us at the meeting, which made the Master angry. Previously, the Master had already ordered that he would punish Keenan privately. But for unknown reason, Master suddenly changed his mind and didn't do anything to Keenan."

Originally, they had planned to come to the Young Master to discuss how to help the Seventh Elder or recruit him.

Ernest was not surprised, "Do you want to know why?"

"Young Master, do you know the reason?" Finley was shocked. He now admired Ernest even more. "Then please tell me. I really couldn't figure out the reason for this."

He also didn't know what kind of abilities did Keenan hide from them. Keenan used to be the loser who seemed to have no wisdom and power.

He didn't know Keenan was an enemy or a friend.

With a sneer at the corner of Ernest's mouth, he said slowly,

"The Seventh Elders was our enemy, not a friend."

Finley and Kevin suddenly became nervous and felt a little uneasy.

After today's events, they have realized that Keenan was tough. If he was an enemy but not a friend, it might be very troublesome.

Finley asked anxiously, "Young Master, do you know what is going on with Keenan? Is he at the same side with the Master?"

"If he were the same side with the Master, he would not vote for me at the meeting."

Ernest' eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression were unfathomable.

He continued,