My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 978: Help from Mother-in-law

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He said firmly, “No, we have to wait until …”

“Ouch, it hurts!” Cried Phoebe, with tears in her eyes.

Stanford was taken aback. He promptly bounced up to look at her with concern, “Did your wound open up?’

Phoebe said miserably, “My heart aches, and the wound aches more severely as if it were about to opening up.”

Stanford fell silent. He was afraid that any of her further action would open her wound.

The agonized expression on her face made him feel as if there was a stone pressing on his heart. His principles suddenly collapsed.

Then he said hastily, “Don’t bother. You can do whatever you like after you get well.

“Really?”

The pain was eliminated immediately from her by the words. She quickly held his hand in her hand and kissed it.

“Mr. Fraser, you are so considerate. I love you bad.”

Another wave of flush climbed on Stanford’s face.

Right now, Victoria Wilson was standing at the door, quite surprised by what she saw.

She could not believe the cute boy with his face aglow was her son.

In the past, he seemed not interested in women no matter how they accosted him. But now he was kneeling at Phoebe’s feet readily though she merely played some tricks with him.

Maybe she was the girl destined for Stanford.

Over this, Victoria was quite comforted.

With such a delighted mood, she opened the door and stepped in elegantly.

“You all woke up? I’ve brought you breakfast. Aren’t you hungry? Shall we have breakfast together?”

Indulging herself in flirting with Stanford, Phoebe was taken aback by the appearance of Victoria Wilson. Her face turned red.

It would be so embarrassing if she had seen what Phoebe had done. So, Phoebe hurried to sit up and greeted, “Mrs. Fraser.”

But Stanford reacted even faster to lift her up with his hands, whispering in a low voice, “Be careful. Don’t hurt your wound.”

Now Phoebe had no time to worry about her wound. She felt so sorry for Victoria that her face was still covered all over by flush.

She knew clearly that Stanford was a somewhat rigid man who always kept social distance with girls and refused to touch any girl before marriage, let alone sleeping together or having sex.

That’s why Phoebe quite enjoyed herself flirting with him and seeing him get embarrassed. It was quite lovely of him to comprise step by step with her and accept her.

But she could not act waywardly in front of anyone other than Stanford.

Moreover, Stanford might have grown up a traditional man under Victoria Wilson’s cultivation. If she was as rigid and traditional as Stanford, she might be unable to accept the fact that Stanford was sleeping together with her before marriage.

Although now hint of discontent could be read on her face, it was possible that she was quite dissatisfied with her secretly.

She was determined to marry with Stanford so she should not get detested by her mother-in-law in the future.

Much as Phoebe felt like crying, she had to remain composed.

“Phoebe, what are you sitting so upright for? You’d better lie down so that your wound could recover sooner.” Victoria strode towards the bed and gently pressed Phoebe’s shoulder on the pillow.

A gracious and satisfied smile was put on her face.

“I am waiting for you to get well so that you could give birth to my dumb son’s baby as soon as possible.”

Hearing that, Phoebe was extremely awkward. Victoria had heard what she said! How embarrassing it was!

Stanford’s face changed a bit. He glared at his mother, not knowing why she said those. It was embarrassing indeed!

But his mother was quite straightforward. She sat by the bed and held Phoebe’ hand in hand, saying in a way typical of a mother, “My dumb boy was rigid and he knows nothing to please girls. Don’t you fret. He has never been so obedient before. You are the right one to tame him and teach him what he has to know.

Phoebe was quite surprised. It had never occurred to her that those words could be said by Victoria Wilson, who was unexpectedly almost as open as her.

Phoebe even felt as if she had found a fellow of the same personality as her.

Stanford was standing aside with an unhappy expression.

What did his mother say?

His wisdom is question. How could his mother call him “my dumb boy”? He felt quite humiliated.

Moreover, what she could teach him?

He thought his mother would “conspire” with Phoebe against him in a more secret way.

Now Victoria paid no attention to her son. She held Phoebe’s hand in hand tightly as if she were her sweet heart.

Now she had fully got it that Phoebe would definitely bring her a grandchild.

She said, “Phoebe, you can have a good rest here until you recover. Stanny will take good care of you and you can ask from him whatever you want. If he treats you badly, you can tell me. I will deal with him.”

Stanford was speechless. Seemingly it was Phoebe that was the child of his mother, not him.

Now phoebe was quite amazed by those words, “Thank you, Mrs. Fraser. Mr. Stanford has been taking good care of me.”

“Good. Don’t you worry about our family affairs. I will handle some of them so Stanny can spare some time to have you accompanied and looked after.”

Then Victoria turned to her son and said as if she was giving an order, “Your task from now on is to take good care of Phoebe. Do you understand? I will handle the business.”

Stanford murmured in his mind, “Don’t you have to look after dad?”

After that Victoria turned back to Phoebe with affection in eyes as if Phoebe were her child.

“Phoebe, I’ve called Flory. She’s now pregnant and her wedding will be held in November as planned.”

Then she gave a meaningful look at her son and said to Phoebe, “You and Stanny are older. But now Flory is ahead of you.”

Phoebe flushed and had several glimpses at Stanford.

How sweet it sounded to marry with Stanford and give birth to his child.

Being urged by mother-in-law to get married happened to be a happy experience. Phoebe was seized by joy and delight.

Victoria liked her!

Unexpectedly, she got along well with her mother-in-law.

For Stanford, as early as his relationship with Phoebe started, he felt he was bound to marry her. It was his destiny.

But now in his mind some other emotions also welled up.

For instance, a sense of expectation.

He even imagined how beautiful Phoebe would be when she was in wedding dress. She will be his complete after they got married.

And when she got pregnant, they would be connected with each other by a new life.