My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 639: Destiny Planned by God

Phoebe didn’t think she should have got dizzy with happiness in Stanford’s presence.

She guessed that he must dislike it very much.

Immediately, Phoebe put away her smile, her eyes becoming deep. She sat on the seat and lowered her head in embarrassment.

She looked like a spiritless puppy.

However, she also emanated a strong sense of alienation.

Stanford went extremely depressed. Feeling annoyed, he wanted to say something but didn’t know what to speak to her.

He felt quite helpless when facing Phoebe in this way. He didn’t know how to get closer to her.

“What happened, Stanford?”

Florence followed him to board the jet. As soon as she entered the cabin, she sensed something wrong in the atmosphere on the jet.

Stanford was a bit taken aback. Then he became expressionless and answered calmly, “Nothing.”

Then he sat on a seat nearby.

It was a seat that was farthest from Phoebe’s in the cabin.

Florence looked at Stanford and then at Phoebe, heaving a sigh helplessly.

She wondered if they truly couldn’t be together.

At the thought of it, she felt a bit upset.

“The destiny is always planned by God. Don’t worry about them,” Ernest whispered in her ear while pressing her shoulders with his big palms.

His words were reechoing in her ears.

No matter if Stanford and Phoebe could be together or were destined to part, it was just their fates.

The outsiders couldn’t meddle in.

Florence knew it, so she could only nod helplessly.

Let fate decide everything.

The jet took up, heading directly to Fraser’s house.

Clarence’s jet had arrived earlier. As soon as Florence arrived home, she got the news. Immediately, Phoebe and she ran back to Florence’s courtyard, meeting Clarence.

Both women looked excited and delighted, trotting away hand-in-hand.

Another two men were left on the helipad with messy hair in the wind.

Ernest gazed at Florence’s receding figure deeply, and his face was extremely darkened.

Stanford looked at him, asking jokingly, “Are you jealous?”

Ernest didn’t answer.

Pressing his good-looking thin lips, he didn’t want to answer Stanford at all.

Stanford continued, “Speaking of that, our family liked Clarence in the beginning. If you were Clarence, we would fully support him to marry Florence.”

Ernest’s expression slightly changed. He turned to look at Stanford.

He said in a complaining tone, “Did you like him?

“But, the person who got along with Florence and won against Benjamin Turner in shooting and car racing was me.”

There was a smile on Ernest’s face.

Stanford’s face was darkened. From his test on Clarence to he liked Clarence, it was always Ernest during the process.

‘Damn it!’ Stanford cursed inwardly.

With a darkened face, he said in a harsh tone, “But you are not Clarence. Let’s see if you can convince our parents.”

His parents loved Florence so much. How could they forgive Ernest so easily?

Ernest smiled calmly, looking quite determined.

Florence and Phoebe were trotting while panting and finally arrived at the room where Clarence was in.

He was still staying in the guestroom in Florence’s courtyard. And right now, he was...

When the two women saw the scene in his room clearly, they were stiffed. Their mouth corners twitched.

Clarence was half-lying on the bed. His forehead was wrapped in white gauze. There were two slight wounds on his cheeks. He looked quite pale, but his face was full of joy, and his eyes were brightly shining.

He was gazing at Tammy fervently and the latter was standing there in a dilemma. His half-bandaged hand was pulling Tammy’s.

He teased her in a tactful tone, “My little fairy, your palm looks pretty good. After reading it, I can tell you are destined to marry a son from a rich family. Your hands are quite soft. You shouldn’t be born to be a servant. You should marry into a rich family and enjoy life...”

Florence and Phoebe gaped.

Clarence was flirting with the maid and taking advantage of her, wasn’t he?

They had to admire that he was so optimistic.

“Clarence, enough is enough! Stop messing around and bullying the maid!” Phoebe roared at him. She couldn’t bear it any longer.

All her worries and anxiety about Clarence had changed to disdain when she saw Clarence in this way.

It wasn’t until then did Clarence notice that there were two onlookers. He followed the roar. When seeing Florence, his eyelids shook violently.

An extremely complicated feeling flashed through his eyes. Soon, he hid it.

He grinned at them, “I’ve been locked up for so many days and didn’t see any woman. Now I finally got out of there. Of course, I need to take the chance whenever there’s a woman.”

As he spoke, he stroked Tammy’s hand and asked flirtatiously, “Tammy, you took the initiative to let me read your palm, didn’t you?”

Tammy knew that he just made the palm reading the excuse for him to flirt with her.

She felt quite tired dealing with him.

With a wry smile, she nodded and said, “Yes. Yes. Yes.” Then she blinked her watery eyes, looking over at Florence for help.

‘Miss Fraser, save me! He’s a rascal!’ she cried out for help inwardly.

Florence gazed at Clarence, looking at his flirtatious smile and the gauze on his head. He was in a set of loose pajamas.

With twinkling eyes, she walked towards him slowly.

She said in a low voice, “Clarence, I’m sorry you’ve suffered so much.”

Clarence stiffed. His eyes sparkled and then they were full of playful smiles.

“Do you feel sorry for me? If yes, please give Tammy to me. I like this maid so much.”

Upon hearing it, Tammy looked so pale in fear. Immediately, she shook off Clarence’s hand and hid behind Florence’s back.

“Miss Fraser, I’m your maid. I should serve you all my life. I don’t want to leave you!” she begged nervously, grabbing Florence’s sleeves in fear.

She was so afraid that Florence would give her to Clarence.

It wasn’t because that she disdained Clarence. She just knew that with her identity, she couldn’t dream to marry into a rich family. She didn’t want to marry Clarence and go back to his rich family. NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

If Florence gave her to another person, she would probably be a mistress of the rich for all her life.

Tammy would rather be a maid for life instead of becoming so cheap.

Seeing how scared Tammy was, Florence felt quite helpless. She said, “Tammy, he’s just kidding. He won’t take you with him for real. You can go out first. I’ll call you if I need anything.”

“Okay, Miss Fraser.”

Tammy looked as if she had got amnesty, trotting out immediately.

Clarence looked at Florence with hidden bitterness, “Flory, you’ve sent away my future wife. What will you do to compensate me?”

Looking at Clarence’s cheeky face, Florence couldn’t tell what she was feeling now.

She guessed that Clarence was faking in this way to be joyful and relaxed because he wanted to cover how much he had suffered before.

Florence truly wanted to ask him what Benjamin had done to him exactly. She wanted to see his wounds in person.

However, looking at his cheeky smile, all her words were stuck in her throat. She couldn’t utter any word at all.

Since he didn’t want to tell her, she wouldn’t want to trouble him or expose his scar.