My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 1032: What's Your Conclusion?



At night.

In front of the computer, two handsome faces were shown on the two screens respectively.

Stanford was having a video call with Ernest.

None of them spoke. They looked at each other, and the atmosphere was a bit weird.

After a while, Stanford seemed to have made up his mind and said stiffly.

"I have a question for you."

Ernest leaned lazily against the chair and said slowly, "Go ahead."

"Have you ever lost interest in Florence?"

Ernest said, "No."

That was not possible. Whatever, she was the one he was most interested in.

Ernest was open-minded and sharp. He instantly understood something and asked,

"Have you lost interest in Phoebe?"

Stanford shook his head first and then nodded.

He said in annoyance,

"There is one thing I can't understand. After Phoebe came back this time, I suddenly couldn't kiss her. I don't want to kiss her, nor do I want to be too close to her."

Men were all animals follow the lower parts of their bodies, and their reactions were instinctive.

That was why Stanford felt he had lost interest in Phoebe, but it was only because his body had lost interest in her. His heart till could not live without her.

Ernest raised his eyebrows. "You used to want her very much?"

Stanford looked a little embarrassed, looking at Ernest Hawkins with some annoyance.

Was he ashamed to ask such a question?

No wonder he could trick his sister into having a baby before marriage.

Stanford disdained him.

However, Stanford still replied stiffly, "Before that, I would react when she gets close to me."

Not only did the kiss arouse his impulse that erupts like a volcano, but even if Phoebe teased him in daily life, he almost couldn't handle it every time. He has to repress himself if he can't make love with her on the spot.

But now, he didn't have to repress at all. He almost didn't feel any impulse.

Ernest narrowed his eyes and asked,

"Other than intimate contact, what's your feeling about her at other times?"

Stanford said, "Just like before, I feel sorry for her, always want to give her the best, and indulge her."

Ernest nodded and seemed to be deep in thought.

Stanford frowned and said anxiously.

"After asking so many questions, do you have any conclusion?"

After a pause, Stanford suppressed his voice and added firmly, "I'm looking for you just to change the situation. I don't want her to be disappointed." He did not neglect Phoebe's depression.

Every time he saw her, he felt guilty because he was incompetent.

Ernest smiled. "This kind of thing can't be changed."

Stanford's face became long.

Ernest continued,

"Maybe you don't want to admit you just care about her face and don't want to be a jerk. Isn't it the reason that you can't kiss her?"

Stanford was silent.

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Who said that Ernest was an emotional master who knew everything about chasing girls? He was only a charlatan.

"Since your body doesn't feel anything, there's no need to be together. Why don't you take the opportunity to break up with her?" "Impossible!"

Stanford refused without thinking and even wanted to hang up the video.

He was here to analyze the problem, not to let Ernest urge him to break up with Phoebe.

What on earth was wrong with Ernest? He had a steadfast love for Florence, and their relationship was the most important for him. However, when saying the words just now, he acted like playing with his feelings.

He was not reliable at all and even a little aggressive.

"Why impossible"

Ernest asked playfully, "You have to be responsible for her because of the previous promise, is that the reason?"

Stanford frowned tightly, but he couldn't answer.

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He had never thought that he had to be responsible for her. He had already determined that Phoebe was his wife and they would be together for the rest of his life. Content

Even if he could not find that kind of feeling towards Phoebe now, he still wanted to look at her. Only when she was by his side could he feel at ease.

And being with her was more like a deep-rooted obsession.

Ernest's eyes suddenly became sharp to go through the screen and asked him directly.

"Stanford, do you love Phoebe?"

Stanford's eyes shifted slightly, and he was very confused. It seemed that he could not answer this question.

Before Phoebe taught him what love meant, she had to give up halfway.

Ernest Hawkins added,

"If you love her, do you love what she was like before or what she is like now?"

Stanford frowned. "Is there any difference?"

"If you can figure it out, you may know what is the matter now."

Ernest said meaningfully and hung up the video.

Stanford must have experienced the feelings by himself.

Stanford looked straight at the computer screen that is restored. His eyes were straight, and his heart seemed to be in a mess.

Love?

Did he love what she was like before, or what she is like now?

Stanford took care of Phoebe as usual and got along with her.

But he began to be absent-minded for unknown reasons.

He just stared straight at her face for a long time with a complicated look. No one knew what he was thinking. He didn't respond in time when others

called him.

This time, it happened again.

Phoebe pushed him. "Do you want to find flowers on my face, or do you want to make my scar disappear by looking?"

Stanford answered subconsciously.

"No, I just think you look good anyway."

Her eyes, nose, and small mouth made her look the most pleasing to him even with scars all over her face.

Phoebe couldn't help laughing.

Holding his hand and putting it on his face, he said hesitantly,

"Stanford, I want to have plastic surgery, okay?"

"A plastic surgery?" Stanford was confused.

Phoebe's eyes shifted, but she was somewhat determined.

She said seriously,

"It gave me a strange feeling as my face has disfigured. Even if Collin has my former appearance restored, I still think it's not mine. I can't find a sense of belonging.

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Moreover, every time I see my previous face, I always think of the pain of being cut. I don't want to be unable to get rid of this nightmare.

"Since I want to get rid of the scars, I

have to have an operation on my face. I want to change my face,

which is different from the previous one, to face a new life in the future."

As she spoke, she looked at Stanford uneasily. "Do you think so? Do you like my new appearance?"

Stanford pursed his lips, having a complicated mood beyond words.

In the past, although Phoebe was not narcissistic, she was very confident and fully liked her appearance.

But now, she did not want to her previous face.

"Is the disfigured face give such a big impact of shadow ..."

Seeing Stanford's expression, Phoebe felt a little uneasy.

She bit her lip and whispered,

"What's wrong? Are you unwilling to support me?"

"You are right."

Stanford answered in a low voice.

As soon as he said that, he was surprised himself.

He had always indulged Phoebe. Whatever she wanted, he would give it to her. Whatever she wanted to do, he would support her as she pleased.

But now she begged him and said that she would be afraid, but he was... rejected.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐