My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 1023: Everything Is Ready

Chapter 1023: Everything Is Ready "Aha, Phoebe, do you know? | like to see such an expression on your face the most. You look desperate but cannot die." Braylee laughed happily and enjoyed the process of torturing Phoebe. This would be the most important source of her happiness for the rest of her life. Phoebe's head was buzzing, and she cried in despair. Her eyes were red as she looked at the doctor who betrayed her. She could not say a word. The situation was cruel, and people's hearts were even crueler. She had no chance. Phoebe was sent out through the private channel into the car. There were maids and bodyguards on her both sides. Braylee was sitting opposite her. The car door was locked, she was surrounded and guarded by others. On the way, she lost the chance to escape again. Phoebe was exhausted and depressed. Stanford was in the same city as her, and they were so close, but she couldn't inform and meet him. Could it be that they were destined never to meet each other? From now on, even if he wanted to find her, he would not be here anymore. He would never think that she was trapped in the lighthouse that he had been to. They were so close, but it became the greatest distance in their lives. Phoebe seemed to be swallowed by the darkness and fell into a desperate situation. There was no hope. "Phoebe, it's too early to despair now. | still have something exciting to show you." As soon as she finished speaking, the maid immediately made way for her, and Braylee sat down beside Phoebe. Feeling Braylee approaching, Phoebe felt disgusted. She glared at Braylee with an angry face, ‘Aren't you afraid that I'll strangle you if you get so closePlease check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

to me?' "You should not be in the mood to strangle me now, because...” Braylee pressed the button, and the car window slowly rolled down. She turned to look out of the window, her eyes flashing with obsession and unwillingness. "The man you obsessed is there." Phoebe was shocked. She turned her head and looked out of the window. This was an open beach with bright sunshine. Many people were playing on the beach, and some were swimming. At the first glance, it was crowded and lively. However, among countless people, Phoebe saw her man, Stanford, at a glance. He wore a white shirt and stood by the sea. His stepped on the wet sand with his leather shoes. The waves flushed ashore and drowned his shoes. His suit and trousers were also wet. But he just stood there like a statue, staring at the deep blue sea as if he didn't know or care about it at all. His whole body was full of unbearable loneliness. He felt very uncomfortable. Even from so far apart, Phoebe could feel it. He became thinner. He had lost so much weight and looked like a skeleton. Phoebe's eyes suddenly turned red, and her heart was full of emotions, which was the yearning from separation and the pain of feeling sorry for him. She did not Know how Stanford had been through these months, but his haggardness had already told everything. “A man who used to be high and aloof from worldly affairs is now tortured like this because of you. Phoebe, do you feel very proud of yourself?”

Braylee said it sarcastically, with obvious bitterness and hatred in her voice. This was the man she liked, the man she loved. But he didn't care about her at all. He had never looked at her directly, but he was so obsessed with Phoebe. As soon as Phoebe disappeared, he began to search frantically. Since Phoebe was missing, he had been tortured like a ghost. If Phoebe died, would he die with her? His deep affection for Phoebe was the greatest hatred of Braylee. Phoebe would not get the love that she was not able get. Even after death, he couldn't miss her! Braylee grabbed Phoebe's chin and put a telescope in front of her eyes with the other hand. She forced Phoebe to look in the direction she chose. “Look, what's that?" In the telescope, on the roof in the distance, there was a dark sniper gun aiming in the direction of the beach. And that direction was... Phoebe suddenly felt a chill all over her body. "Braylee, what do you want? Tell him to stop! How can you kill Stanford?!" Phoebe was about to go crazy. Stanford was standing alone on the beach, lost in thought. There was no shelter around him, and he was a living target. As long as the sniper pressed the trigger, Stanford would die. Phoebe felt cold all over her body. She suddenly regretted wanting to see Stanford. She would rather he stayed in the Frasers’ Mansion and never come here. Braylee smiled sarcastically. "I love him so much. How can I bear to kill him? Phoebe, it's you who want to kill him." “What, what do you mean?" Phoebe felt cold all over as if she was in an ice cave. Braylee in front of her was the demon.

Braylee looked at Stanford on the beach unwillingly, but there was a vicious smile on her face. She said slowly, “I want you to meet him." Phoebe shivered and stared straight at Braylee with her body tensely. "Meet him?" She felt a chill all over her body, without a trace of expectation. Instead, she was full of fear and scare. Braylee definitely had a plan. If anything happened, Stanford would be killed. Braylee looked at Phoebe's reaction with satisfaction and stuffed a rose into Phoebe's hand. She said faintly, "Give him the rose and confess to him." "What?" Phoebe looked at Braylee in shock. She could not figure out what Braylee was up to. Was she going to send her to Stanford in person? Wasn't she afraid that Stanford would recognize her? “Do you think he will recognize you?" Braylee touched Phoebe's face with her fingers ferociously, "No one will recognize you." Phoebe trembled all over, and her face turned pale in an instant. Yes. She couldn't even recognize herself now, let alone Stanford. In the past two months, she had suffered a lot. She was so thin that only her bones were left. She was skinny, and even her figure was no longer the same as before. She no longer looked like the way used to be. Even if she stood in front of Stanford, he could not recognize her. “Put this on." Braylee handed over a box for contact lenses into Phoebe's hand. There were simulation blue contact lenses. After putting them on, no onef:] except expert, could tell that she wore the contact lenses. They only thought that she was born with blue eyeballs.

Looking at the contact lenses, Phoebe couldn't help sneering. Braylee was really well-prepared. She didn't even let go of her only pair of eyes.