My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 977: Another Meaning of “Good Night”

He strived to suppress his deep love and desire for her, which made his voice extremely hoarse and low.

“Do you want a piece of fish?”

Phoebe appreciated Stanford’s expression, which betrayed his efforts to suppress his desire, her face aglow and her smile as cunning and cute as a little fox.

She nodded repeatedly with a confirm, “Yes, yes.”

Stanford quickly looked away from Phoebe to picked a piece of fish by chopsticks in her bowl.

But another problem emerged. This fish has a lot of tiny spines.

To make it worse, he was not quite good at picking out fishbones.

But with the eager eyes of Phoebe in mind, he quietly put the piece of fish in his bowl and picked out all the fishbones in it before he fed it to her.

Phoebe instantly swallowed it, “Yummy!”

Her smile inspired a sense of achievement in Stanford’s mind. Picking out tiny spines in the fish, an otherwise trivial yet time-wasting task, became quite interesting.

Then he put another piece in his bowl and began his picking.

Phoebe feasted her eyes with his move, and that unconsciously put a smile on her face.

Shy and prim as he was, he was really charming when he behaved in a warm and gentle way.

Now even fish tastes excellent.

The meal lasted for quite a long while.

Phoebe did not have the bowls and plates removed until they both had eaten a lot.

Standing beside the bed, Stanford asked, “You feel like sleeping? Or you want to have fun a little bit or to watch TV?”

Now that Phoebe had been sleeping for a long time, it was quite natural that she could not fall asleep easily right now.

But Phoebe nodded her head with her little hand holding his sleeves tightly. She murmured softly, “I am tired. Sleep with me.”

What an enchanting invitation.

Stunned for a moment, Stanford said uneasily, “But, I, I still have work to do.”

“I will feel scared if I sleep alone,” said the girl with discontent. Tears seemed to well up in her eyes, which prompted Stanford to lose control of his mouth.

He uttered these words without a single second of hesitation, “I will be with you.”

Immediately, she put on a smiling face, pointing at the position beside her, “Here!”

The joy written on her face gave no hints of tears, looking as if what she appeared a few seconds ago was a mere illusion.

Suddenly Stanford found that Phoebe was a good flirt.

At last, he, in his pajamas, slept beside Phoebe.

On the large bed, the space between them seemed to be as wide as a soccer field.

Normally, at this moment Phoebe would deliberately press her body into Stanford’s embosom. But now, as she was wrapped all over by bandage, she could not do that.

But she could also do something else.

Amidst the darkness, she opened her mouth slowly, “Mr. Fraser, are you there?”

“I am here.” Replied Stanford in a low voice.

“But I cannot feel you. I feel as if I were still sleeping alone. I’m a little scared.”

Stanford was silent. But he could distinctly sense her existence and her smell and the heat and charm emitted by which were scorching his skin and heart.

Stanford remained silent for a while before he moved to stay closer to Phoebe.

Now the distance between them was only a few centimeters, which made his body all the more stiffened.

Yet Phoebe was still murmuring, “Closer.”

Stanford knew Phoebe could definitely sense his presence at such a distance. It must be another trick of her.

But he could do nothing but moving further closer. Now they were literally shoulder to shoulder.

Phoebe closed her eyes with satisfaction, “I get injured, so I would not let you hold me in arms. Don’t get disappointed.”

Stanford was speechless again. Had he ever shown a desire to do that?

Then Phoebe’s words came into his ears, “Good night, Mr. Fraser.”

“You too.” Replied him.

Again, Phoebe murmured with discontent, “Courtesy demands reciprocity. Say ‘good night’.”

Stanford was not adept at saying tender words, with words uttered in a ponderous way, “Good Night, Phoebe.”

With a huge smile, Phoebe said gently, “Another meaning for ‘good night’ is ‘I love you’.”

The soft words quickly dispersed in darkness, but they had already inspired in the man’s mind a torrent of mixed emotions.

“Another meaning of ‘good night’ is ‘I love you’.”

So, was “Good night, Mr. Fraser” tantamount to “I love you Mr. Fraser”?

She had just expressed her love for him! In a sudden, Stanford was like a young boy having no choice but to let himself seized by his desire for the girl.

With his mind preoccupied, Stanford did not even know when he fell asleep.

Next day’s morning. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Not long after the sun rose, she woke up.

Now she has absolutely no desire for sleeping as she had been sleeping for so long.

Actually, she wasn’t tired last midnight. What she wanted was to give Stanford a rest and that’s why she urged him to sleep together with her.

Now she is so energetic that she could stay awake 36 hours to enjoy herself.

There were also some benefits in getting up early. It was the first time for her to see Stanford still asleep beside her.

The morning sunlight crept into the room through the curtain, making his face all the more handsome.

Phoebe was busy in feasting her eyes with the scene before her.

But after a while Stanford suddenly opened his sharp eyes, which were then fixed on the girl in front of him.

He looked like an animal waking up from its slumber after sensing that someone was present.

It wasn’t until he realized the girl staring at him was Phoebe did Stanford calmed down.

His voice sounded so charmingly low and hoarse as if he was still in his dream.

He mumbled, “what happened?”

Why was she staring at him as such? Stanford had no idea what Phoebe had in mind.

Suddenly Phoebe looked extremely disappointed, saying unhappily, “A lovely night and a handsome boy are just in front of me, but I could not do anything for I am injured.”

Stanford was stiffened.

He was unable to utter a single word.

How he wanted to change the topic! But before he could get up and say something, Phoebe heaved another discontent sigh as if she were extremely disappointed by the fact that she could not have her desire fulfilled. Her sound was really touching.

Instinctively, Stanford answered, “I will wait until you recover.”

Phoebe looked quite delighted like a puppy waving her tail, “You mean I can do that with you when I recover?”

The word “that” certainly meant something other than strolling together, sleeping together or chatting together.