My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

The water kept boiling.

Stanford stopped sweeping the floor and looked up at Phoebe, "the water is boiling."

"What?"

Phoebe was stunned for a while and then realized what Stanford had said.

Her face turned red. She felt so humiliated to stare at Stanford for so long.

Her eyes twinkled. She hurried to the fridge, took another handful of noodles and cooked them in the pot.

She should have asked Stanford how much he would like to eat, but she was so embarrassed and annoyed that she decided to cook at will.

She was too ashamed to talk to Stanford.

Although Stanford had never swept the floor before, he did it quickly.

After cleaning the floor quickly, he walked out of the kitchen and sat down at the table outside.

He waited for the noodles elegantly.

After the man left the kitchen, Phoebe felt relieved and the kitchen became spacious again.

What happened just now was still like a dream for her.

But the man sitting in the restaurant not far away told her clearly that this was the reality.

She didn't expect that she would cook noodles for Stanford one day.

This kind of thing was already very intimate for her. For Phoebe, it might only happen between couples.

This was the first time she had such an intimate contact with Stanford.

After a while, the noodles were ready.

Phoebe carefully mixed the sauce and taste that she thought was the best. After putting the beef on the noodles, she carried two bowls of noodles, one big and one small, on a tray and walked out.

"I don't cook it often. Maybe it doesn't taste good. Make do with it?"

Phoebe gently put a large bowl of noodles in front of Stanford.

at them and frowned

at him nervously. She noticed his expression and asked carefully, "What's wrong? Does

food he ate was always made by a high-level cook. In comparison, her noodles were really not

said in a low voice, "I don't eat

made spicy noodles according to

She should have asked

to the end of the bowl and said, "I'll cook another bowl for

"No need."

out to block Phoebe's hand and said, "I

he blocked her hand, Phoebe involuntarily touched the back of Stanford's hand and felt the heat

immediately put her hand back as if she

picked up

had a bowl of ordinary noodles, his noble posture made this bowl of noodles look

wanted to say something more, but

at Stanford

as if there was an electric

taste good? Is it spicy?

this bowl of noodles was not too spicy. People who usually

didn't eat spicy food,

eating noodles, looked at her and answered,

Phoebe was upset. Actually…

it tastes

her head disappeared in an instant because of

in a

Phoebe sat opposite Stanford and had noodles

didn't have much noodles, less than half of his, but she ate very slowly,

heart was totally on

help peeping at him again

dreamed of having noodles with

it

pajamas, who was eating ordinary noodles, seemed to have removed the sharp and

a daydream, hoping that this time could

could just sit opposite him, see him and

control her feelings

didn't raise his head and continued to eat

the noodles much slower than