My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 984: Kick Them Out of the House

The banquet started.

The crowd dispersed in all directions, socializing with each other.

Some people proposed a toast to Stanford and Phoebe, and some showed concerns to Alexander.

Even Juliette, walking with Braylee, came to Stanford.

Stanford had a falling out with his three aunts because of Helena's scandal.

Normally, Juliette shouldn't be here.

But at this moment, she approached Stanford with a wide smile, holding a glass of wine in her hand.

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She said in a sincere tone, "Stanny, I owe you an apology. It's my fault that I unfairly took it out on Phoebe without a clue, and I shouldn't have let her do something to hurt Phoebe. We took our medicine, and I truly hope you can forgive us."

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After a pause, Juliette gave an earnest look at Phoebe, "I'm sincerely asking for your forgiveness. I wish we could be a happy family."

Phoebe was so surprised that her wine glass almost fell to the ground.

Phoebe had never met Juliette until these days when the rumor spread out.

The rumor said that Phoebe had very bad luck. And Juliette spread it out.

Juliette was well-bred and grumpy, but she received punishment this time. Phoebe was afraid that Juliette would hold a grudge against her.

Phoebe guessed she might stand against Juliette in this life.

But Phoebe didn't expect Juliette to ask for her forgiveness and make peace with her.

She felt more than surprised that Juliette forgave her when Helena was still in a coma after the severe sentence.

Phoebe then peeked at Braylee beside Juliette. Braylee was wearing a gentle smile that Phoebe had never seen before. So, they might hide something.

Phoebe held Stanford's arm in silence.

Stanford kept a straight face and stared through Juliette.

His silence made Juliette feel uneasy.

Juliette felt a bit humiliated.

She had put her pride aside and apologized to Phoebe, but Stanford turned a cold shoulder to her.

People were watching them, and it was an unbearable shame for Juliette.

The smile froze on Juliette's face.

Braylee quickly broke the silence.

She said, "Your engagement with Phoebe was the priority here, and Flory was also getting married. These are big, happy events. We should forget about the unhappiness and find a way to be around each other."

Braylee spoke as she leaned toward Stanford and raised a wine glass to him.

Her eyes crinkled into a smile and whined softly, "How about we drink the unhappiness down?"

Braylee's soft voice made goosebumps all over Phoebe.

She made eyes with Stanford and almost leaned on him, which made Phoebe sick.

The peace talk wasn't the real case. Braylee came here to hook up with Stanford. That was her real purpose.

Phoebe cannot let a skanky slut ruin her man.

She stepped in the middle of Braylee and Stanford and separated them.

Braylee stumbled backward and fell over her high heels.

In an instant, she grabbed Juliette's arm as support.

Juliette hadn't recovered completely, so a gentle pull could hurt her. Her face distorted due to the heart-wrenching pain.

"Get your hands off me!"

Juliette growled with gritted teeth.

Before Braylee could hold herself, she met Juliette's eyes. Her heated glare and the scold scared Braylee to quickly loosen her grip.

Her face burned with humiliation.

Braylee had been noble, dignified, and popular, but now she was humiliated by Juliette in public like this.

What would people think of her?

What would Stanford think of her? © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Braylee was so ashamed that she wanted to hide her head.

Soon, Juliette realized that she had lost her temper. She quickly adjusted her expression and tamed her anger down.

"Phoebe, what do you think about it?"

Juliette's face registered sadness.

It looked like Phoebe was bullying her.

Phoebe's temples jumped fiercely.

Phoebe knew they came with a treacherous purpose.

She leaned her back against Stanford and grinned at him.

"Stanford, what should we do?"

Stanford pulled a long face and said in a frosty tone, "Leave as soon as possible."

Phoebe was struck dumb.

What a cranky brat he was!

But Phoebe was a new member of the Fraser family. She should at least leave herself a way out. It wouldn't be inappropriate to drive Juliette out, and she might carry the stigma of a shrewish wife in her life.

After a moment of thinking, Phoebe then whispered to Juliette.

"I'm not petty. Apology accepted, and I hope we can get along well in the future."

"But I'm sorry. I'll skip this glass of wine. You know, I'm still a patient, so I'd better not touch the alcohol."

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Phoebe forgave Juliette by inbred courtesy, but she didn't want Juliette to cross the line.

Everyone knew what Phoebe wanted to say.

Phoebe had to accept Juliette's apology out of family affection, but the unpleasant history had added a dimension to their relationships. In this case, they couldn't become friends.

It was understandable.

People fixed their eyes on Phoebe. Some gave approving nods and started to admire Phoebe.

Juliette's hand froze in the air, holding the wine glass.

She blushed furiously but still maintained the decent smile on her face.

She was breathing in great gulp to calm herself down!

Braylee embarrassedly stood there, gently tugged on Juliette's clothes, and said through clenched teeth.

The smile still wouldn't leave her face.

"Don't forget our plan."

Juliette held back her anger for a split second.

Putting Phoebe to death was their priority.

Patience was a virtue.

Juliette tamed the feeling down.

Juliette withdrew her hands and said through a generous attitude.

"You're right. Alcohol will hurt more than help. Thank you for reminding me. Otherwise, it would make me a guilty person."

I heard that you like to watch concerts, so I invited Denzel Duncan here."

Denzel Duncan?

Phoebe dropped her jaw in surprise.