My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 1024: Stanford, I Am Right Here in Front of You

Chapter 1024: Stanford, | Am Right Here in Front of You If her whole body was ruined, there might be some familiar traces in her eyes. But after putting on the contact lenses, the only chance was gone. Even she herself could not recognize it. "Phoebe, go and meet him. Don't you miss him very much?" She took the initiative to open the door and whispered in Phoebe's ear. "Tell him that you fell in love with him as soon as you saw him. You want to be his girlfriend and ask him if he is willing to accept you. Will he dislike you for being ugly?" The last few words were like needles stabbing into Phoebe's heart. It was her purpose. She asked Phoebe to meet Stanford with such an ugly look and be disgusted and despised by him. Braylee clearly understood that Stanford would no longer love her if she lost her former face. That was why Braylee had blown her. "Don't say anything else. Don't make an expression that you shouldn't have. | will watch you here." "If you don't perform well, that person will shoot you immediately. Have you ever seen the head- shot?" "The scene of brain splattering all around in front of you, and that person may be Stanford.” Her words were full of joys, but they sounded like the hissing of a devil. Phoebe shivered all over. Braylee pushed Phoebe out of the car and smiled. "Go ahead, you only have ten minutes.” Phoebe's mind was a blank, and her whole body was stiff and cold. It was obviously the scorching sun, but she seemed to be exposed in the cold winter wind. Cold, very cold. It was cold from the inside out, and she was chilled to the soul. Tears rolled down her face, and her eyes almost cracked in pain. He was clearly in front of her.

It was so close... But she wanted to approach him with such an appearance. The pain was rolling and boiling in her heart, and almost drove Phoebe crazy. She had no courage. Braylee looked at Phoebe playfully and felt particularly comfortable. She just liked Phoebe to be abused and destroyed like this. She also wanted to destroy her belief and her feelings. "Phoebe, you only have ten minutes. If you don't go, when the time is up, the snipers will also take action.” Phoebe was shocked. Braylee was forcing her, so she had no other choice! The current Braylee had long gone mad. She was like a paranoid mental patient who was crazy and only wanted to destroy something. Her love had already been twisted. Phoebe did not doubt that if she did not do as Braylee said, Braylee would really let someone kill Stanford. If she couldn't get it, she would destroy it. This was the demon's logic. Phoebe felt cold all over. Holding the rose tightly in her hand, she gritted her teeth and walked stiffly. She had to go. Even if it was to keep Stanford alive. Even if this was the last time they had seen each other in their lives. Then she should cherish it. She would take advantage of the last time they met, take a good look at his appearance, listen to his voice, and then remember it for the rest of her life. Thinking of this, Phoebe gradually smiled and walked toward Stanford step by step. When she got out of the car, she was wearing a mask that almost covered her whole face. Except for her thin figure, no one paid much attention to her. Stepping on the hot sand, Phoebe walked step by step to the side of Stanford. This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

It was just two or three steps away from him. Standing behind him, she could feel the coldness emanating from him. The cold aura was filled with endless loneliness and sadness, keeping people thousands of miles away. Not far away, people also looked at her and whispered. "Look, what does that girl want to do? Is she holding a flower to express her love?" "She's too bold. That handsome guy's aura is frighteningly cold, no one dares to approach him in five meters." "Yes, so many young ladies have their eyes on him, but no one dares to ask for his contact information.” “This woman is too bold. Maybe she is very beautiful, so she is so confident." Phoebe listened to those words, but her heart was full of bitterness. Bold? Beautiful? Confident? Those words made her feel even more ironic. There was none of the words could be used to describe her. The only word could be used was... Ugly. It was unbearable. Besides, there was her heart that loved Stanford more than anyone in this world. "Sir..." Phoebe slowly walked to his side and called him softly. She had just had her stomach pumped, so her throat was powerless. Her voice was low and unpleasant to the ear, as if it had been sanded down. Her voice was hard to distinguish. Stanford stood straight and ignored her. Phoebe looked at his profile with infatuated eyes. He was still so elegant and cold, as if they had met for the first time. But even his indifferent face was so handsome that people were fascinated. She was lost in his appearance.

She was so reluctant to part with him that she wanted to watch him for the rest of her life. Her nose was sore and hot, and she almost couldn't control her tears. “Phoebe, I'm watching you." From the invisible earphone, Braylee's threatening voice with a faint smile suddenly sounded. Phoebe felt cold again. All the feelings seemed to be splashed with a basin of cold water, replaced by endless coldness and danger. She gritted her teeth. Only God knew how much endurance she had used to suppress her surging emotions. She tried hard to keep her smile. "Sir." Phoebe held the rose and stepped directly into the sea, standing in front of Stanford. She went straight into his sight. Only then did Stanford notice her. The girl in front of him was wearing hat and mask. With neat bang, her whole face was almost covered. Only a pair of eyes were revealed. It was very beautiful with fox-like eyes, which were very similar to Phoebe's, but they were blue. They were Caucasian eyes. Phoebe was from China with brown pupils. The black edge of her pupils was particularly bright, as if it was decorated with stars all over the sky. They were extremely beautiful, unique in the world. Stanford was a little absent-minded and ridiculed himself. Had he reached the level of madness? He regarded any stranger, who had a little resemblance to her, as Phoebe. Before, there was a girl who looked like Phoebe's profile, so he chased after her from thousands of miles away. He finally found that girl, but her face was not like Phoebe's at all. He had experienced too much like this. There were girls whose eyes, nose, mouth, body, and even ears looking like Phoebe's.

But no one was Phoebe. Stanford's heart was filled with sadness, and he looked away from Phoebe indifferently.