My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 987: Idol or Scumbag?

Stanford was struck dumb.

He looked at Phoebe as if she was a psycho, but he didn't want to make it clearer.

He was upset because he disliked Denzel.

That was all.

As the music faded away, one dance came to an end.

Stanford and Phoebe stepped down and returned to the banquet.

The servants wheeled the cake over.

"Mr. Fraser, Miss Jenkins, have a great party. We're looking forward to your wedding. Here, a toast to you."

An old man raised a glass of wine and proposed a toast.

Phoebe repeated receiving and proposing a toast this night but with beverages.

"Thank you."

Phoebe offered a genuine smile and clinked glasses with the old man, but the withered old man's hand was shaking hard and spilled the wine on Phoebe's skirt.

…

The wine poured down and wet a large area from Phoebe's chest.

Phoebe was caught off guard and quickly stood back, but it happened too fast. Her dress had gotten wet.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it. Oh, my damn clumsy hands! I'm really sorry."

The old man kept apologizing.

Phoebe couldn't blame it on the elderly, so she forced a smile and said, "It's okay. I can change it."

Stanford said in a distant tone, "I will go with you."

Phoebe nodded.

At this time, Victoria called her name in the distance.

"Phoebe, Stanny, come here and cut the cake."

Her shout startled everyone to attention. People made their way to Phoebe and Stanford. There was a huge eight-tier cake over there.

It was a small celebration.

But it had to be cut by the host.

But Phoebe looked down at her stained dress. If she stood among the crowd like this, she would humiliate the Fraser family.

The time was tight. It was inappropriate to make the guest wait until she got changed. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

After a while, Phoebe turned to Stanford.

"Mr. Fraser, I'll go change my clothes, and you cut the cake. Either one of us should be there."

Stanford frowned slightly, "You go alone?"

He wasn't sure about that.

Phoebe smiled and said, "Hey! I just change clothes! It's not something difficult, okay? I will be quick. By the way, are you going to dress me up?"

Stanford's cheek blazed and he shifted his gaze away.

He said, "Make it quick."

Then Stanford strode off to Victoria. His rapid steps footsteps revealed his nervousness.

Phoebe gaped sweetly after Stanford as he trotted away.

She didn't know Stanford was that cute.

She had been deep into Stanford and was desperate to have him.

Phoebe left for the side hall to change her clothes.

Her dressing room was over there and had everything she needed.

If she made it quick, she might still be able to cut the cake.

Phoebe was familiar with this place. She quickly found a similar red dress and took off her dress.

As she zipped halfway down her dress, the door crack opened.

Someone was outside the room.

Phoebe immediately pulled her dress up to the chest level.

She asked in a chiding tone, "Who's there?"

As her words fell, the person stopped.

About three seconds later, the door clicked opened.

Denzel held a wire in his hand, stepped inside, and locked the door.

Phoebe's face registered both shock and confusion.

"Denzel, what are you doing here?"

Her idol used a wire to open the door and entered her room. It was horrible.

Phoebe was scared.

The small smile never left his face, and he sized Phoebe up like a scanner.

Denzel said playfully, "Phoebe, I didn't know you're that hot."

The straightforward manner struck Phoebe dumb.

Phoebe was panicked and pulled her clothes up to the neck.

She said incredulously, "Denzel, what's wrong with you? You …"

She stammered and didn't even know what to say.

He was a talented gentleman a moment ago. What changed him?

Denzel looked like a pervert now.

He strode in front of Phoebe.

He stared at Phoebe and licked his lips as if she was his prey.

He said giddily, "What do you think will happen when a boy meets a girl in one room? I'm interested in you at first sight, and I think I'm crazy about you. I want you."

He spread his arms towards Phoebe as he made the filthy talk.

Phoebe couldn't believe her eyes, but she had to accept the fact that Denzel was a pervert!

The sunshine idol was the false disguise of his creepy behaviors.

How could he break into her room and do such an immoral thing to her?

Phoebe stumbled back.

She warned sternly, "Stop there! If you dare to touch me, Stanford will tear you apart!"

"Oh? Why?"

He said ironically, "You gave up Stanford on me, and we loved each other, right? Love is complicated. I think he should wish our happiness if he was a generous gentleman."

…

"Cut the crap! Who the hell loves you?"

Phoebe was fuming. "I only admire you, but it has nothing to do with love. Come on! Don't flatter yourself and shove off! Otherwise, I'll call the police!"

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"Well, women always play the hard-to-get trick. But I'm excited when you do that."

Denzel ignored Phoebe's threats and leaped forward and cornered Phoebe against the wall. He threw her arms around Phoebe.

Denzel's smile was mischievous as he leaned towards her.

"Phoebe, there's only you and me in this room. I believe we can do something hot and heavy. Perhaps you can enjoy it a little more if you don't move."

The unfamiliar scent got goosebumps on Phoebe.

The charming face Phoebe used to be crazy about made her gross.

Phoebe's idol had been corrupted, which made her doubt humanity.

She struggled fiercely.

"Bastard, you wish! Get the hell off me! Don't touch me!"

"Well, you're tough, girl."

Denzel gave a half-smile, but his face turned serious. He said, "Then I suppose we're going to do this the hard way…"