My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 988: What Would He Think About It?

The cake was cut in the witness of everyone, and an atmosphere of cheer permeated the banquet.

Juliette asked confusedly.

"Where is Phoebe? How come I didn't see her?"

Her question drove everyone's attention. People had been wondering why Phoebe was absent since the cake-cutting ceremony was on.

Stanford's eyes dimed and explained, "She is changing clothes. I think she will be here soon."

Juliette gave a knowing nod and said, "So, that's how it is. That's why Denzel couldn't find her."

…

Juliette looked around to search for Denzel, "I have to tell him … Well, where is Denzel?"

Juliette scanned the thick crowd of guests, but she couldn't find Denzel.

Denzel should be there, even if he was just a guest. How could he miss?

At this time, a voice rang in the crowd, "Ms. Fraser, I saw Denzel head to the side hall."

People all turned to the side hall.

Stanford's face turned gloomy.

And another whisper came, "Is Phoebe's dressing room in the side hall? Did Denzel go to her …"

Stanford turned icy.

He put down the knife and said to Victoria.

"Mom, I'll find out what happens."

After that, he walked off to the side hall.

When Juliette started after Stanford, a triumphant smirk flashed across her eyes.

Braylee suddenly ran forward and stood in front of Stanford.

She kindly persuaded, "Stanford, you should stay here. Look, Phoebe admired Denzel for many years, and it's a great chance to meet her idol, so they must have a lot to say. So, you should give them some time and take care of the banquet, right?"

Braylee's words pushed Stanford's rage to the extreme.

The heat of anger was violently burning in his chest.

He ignored Braylee, bypassed her, and stormed towards the side hall.

Braylee worriedly shouted, "Stanford …"

Stanford might not see the irrepressible smile rising to Braylee's lips.

Anger was boiling up inside him.

The dressing room was a mess.

Things were all over the floor: clothes, cosmetics, and furniture.

It looked like having experienced a severe storm.

Denzel forcefully sat on Phoebe in bed, and the red dress had been ripped halfway off her body.

Denzel's forehead was bleeding.

He touched his forehead and put his blood-stained fingers in his mouth, licking them. He looked playfully hideous.

"What a little wildcat!"

"Bastard! Rogue! Shame on you! Get the hell out of my way!"

Phoebe screamed and flew into a fury.

Denzel was simply a jerk.

He was a disgusting scumbag.

"You have turned me on. How can I leave like this?"

Denzel gave an evil smile, leaned towards Phoebe, and kissed her.

Denzel controlled Phoebe's both legs and arms. She couldn't move a bit. As he bent down, Phoebe kept her mouth closed and turned her head away.

Denzel's lips landed on Phoebe's face.

Denzel smiled playfully, "Since you don't want me to kiss on your lips, I have no other options but move elsewhere."

Then he kissed and licked Phoebe's neck.

The touch of saliva on her neck made Phoebe's stomach flip.

She screamed in anger, "Get off me! Denzel, you're dead. Stanford must kill you!"

Denzel ignored her scream and reached his hand inside through the clothes slits.

Phoebe trembled with fear, and her eyes burned with humiliation. She felt desperate.

Would she lose her fame for Denzel?

There was a gentle knock on the door.

At this time, Stanford's voice came from the door, "Phoebe, are you ready?"

Phoebe, who was engulfed in despair, saw her silver lining.

Before she could call for help, a large hand covered her mouth at the next moment.

She groaned under the weight of Denzel.

Phoebe could not make a louder sound.

Denzel climbed on Phoebe and cursed unpleasantly, "This is a very bad time, Stanford!"

Stanford knocked on the door harder, "Phoebe, are you in there?"

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She wanted to yell, "I'm here! Come and save me!"

Phoebe desperately made a sound and looked towards the door in anticipation.

She was familiar with Stanford.

The door was locked, but Phoebe didn't answer the door. He must become suspicious.

He would definitely storm in.

Then she was safe.

Phoebe was waiting for her hero. But suddenly, Denzel lifted Phoebe and flipped under the bed.

They hit the floor, and Stanford heard this muffled sound. Phoebe hurt as if her bones were crushed into pieces.

And Denzel still pressed on her.

Phoebe gave a grimace of pain and nearly fainted.

Stanford indeed heard the muffled sound.

That meant something had happened.

Stanford kicked the door open without hesitation, and the door fell to the ground with a bang.

He rushed in and saw the scene. He asked, "Phoebe, you…"

His words were stuck in his throat.

Stanford widened his eyes in shock and glazed at the scene.

Phoebe was lying under Denzel, barely dressing.

Her cheeks flushed, and there were hickeys on her neck…

Denzel removed his hands. Before Phoebe could explain, he got up from the ground.

Anxiety registered on his face.

He quickly explained, "Mr. Fraser, it's not what it looks like! We didn't do anything. It's just an accident."

Before Phoebe got the chance to explain, Denzel chimed in.

He stole Phoebe's words.

What else could she say?

Whatever she said was a bunch of excuses now. Her explanation was weak, and Stanford might believe Denzel.

Phoebe was irritated. She realized why Denzel was acting calm even when he was busted. He had planned for everything!

She was in a flurry and sobbed, "Mr. Fraser…"

Before she finished the sentence, Stanford stormed forward and punched at Denzel's face.