Chapter 608: Awkward Straight Man


    Arriving at thedder, Phoebe stopped three steps away from it.


    Without raising her head, she said, “Let’s go.”


    Stanford stood upright, slightly frowning.


    He stood there because it was a bit difficult to the board by thedder. Besides, her vision should be


    blurred because of crying too much. He was afraid that she would fall, so he waited for her here


    purposely.


    However, she stopped far away from thedder, seemingly she wanted him to board first.


    He pressed his lips and said in a deep voice, “After you.”


    Phoebe slightly raised her head, looking at the distance between thedder and Sanford. It was a small


    ladder, the width of which only fit for one person. Stanford’s tall and strong figure was right next to the


    ladder.


    If she walked on, she would be pretty close to him.


    If she wasn’t careful, she might rub him by ident.


    Phoebe hesitated. She said hoarsely, “Well... I... I can board after you. You are the master. Please go


    ahead.”


    Stanford was silent.


    He looked at Phoebe in depression. It was just to board the helicopter. He wondered why she was so


    hesitant.


    He said again in a deep voice, “I’ll be watching. You first.”


    Would he be watching?


    Phoebe wondered what he would be watching.


    She looked confused, but still standing motionlessly.


    Addison was standing next to them and watching the scene, and his mouth corners couldn’t help


    twitching.


    He couldn’t stand it any longer, so he said, “Miss Jenkins, please board first. It’s not easy to walk on the


    ladder. You may fall. Mr. Fraser is standing here to protect you!”


    Upon hearing it, Phoebe gaped at Stanford in disbelief.


    She couldn’t believe that he was standing there purposely to protect her.


    He hated her so much. Howe?


    Stanford thought that way indeed, but when Addison exposed his thought, he felt extremely uneasy.


    He felt as if he was doing something shameful.


    With a darkened face, Stanford snapped, “Addison, shut up! Do you want to be transferred to Africa?”


    Addison trembled in fear. Immediately, he covered his mouth, looking at Stanford inints and


    grievances.


    He exined to Miss Jenkins for the sake of Mr. Fraser’s lifetime happiness, but why didn’t Mr. Fraser


    appreciate it?


    After frightening Addison, Stanford looked over at Phoebe.


    He said awkwardly, “Lady first.”


    Phoebe looked at his reached-out arm that was so gentlemanly, and the fluctuation in her heart


    immediately calmed down. It turned lifeless and peaceful.


    Of course, how could he protect her purposely? He was just doing it as a gentleman as usual.


    Phoebe couldn’t help mocking herself inwardly. How could she misunderstand it until now?


    She bent down her head again and walked forward stiffly.


    Addison looked at Mr. Fraser, unable to stand him.


    If this went on, he believed that Mr. Fraser would be destined to be single all his life. He wouldn’t get


    married at all.


    His behaviors had already scared a lot of girls away.


    Addison believed that it couldn’t go on in this way at all.


    Phoebe walked to thedder, only a half-step away from Stanford.


    They were extremely close now.


    If she could slightly lean over, she would touch him.


    Phoebe subconsciously held her breath, tightened her body, stepped on thedder, and moved upward


    carefully.


    She walked pretty cautiously, trying her best not to lean over or fall so that she wouldn’t touch Stanford.


    Stanford stood uprightly next to thedder, ready to help her up when necessary.


    However, Phoebe walked on thest step while he was standing upright, he didn’t get any chance to


    help her.


    She walked way too carefully.


    As soon as she finished climbing thedder, Phoebe walked into the cabin immediately. Stanford felt


    somewhat bothered.


    He wondered what was wrong with him.


    Stanford frowned, feeling annoyed. In the recent few days, he was quite emotional. Either his heart


    hammered or he found it difficult to breathe. It was so weird. He wondered if he was sick.


    He decided to go to see Collinter.


    After all of them boarded, the private jet took off immediately, heading back in the direction when


    Stanford hade over.


    Phoebe was sitting next to the window, and Stanford was sitting opposite her.


    Since Stanford left in a hurry, he didn’t bring many subordinates with him. There were a lot of empty


    seats in the cabin. However, he walked directly to sit opposite Phoebe.


    He had nned to talk to her.


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    However, as soon as he sat down, Phoebe immediately turned around to peer out of the window.


    Stanford was speechless.


    He gazed at her, swallowing back the words that had reached the tip of his tongue.


    Addison was sitting in front of them. He slightly tilted his head, looking at Mr. Fraser withpassion.


    Mr. Fraser was indeed pitiful.


    Hence, Addison wanted to help him.


    After thinking for a moment, he said with a smile, “Excuse me, Miss Jenkins. What would you like to


    drink? We have coffee, milk, and fruit juice, hot and cold drinks.”


    Phoebe didn’t have any appetite. She shook her head.


    “No, thank you.”


    Addison added, “How about dessert? What would you like to eat? We also have cakes, cookies, and


    some fruits.”


    “I don’t have any appetite. Please don’t bother,” Phoebe rejected indifferently.


    After crying, her voice was still hoarse.


    Addison immediately raised his voice and said with concern, “Miss Jenkins, you don’t want to eat or


    drink anything, but you look quite pale. Do you not feel well?”


    “No, I...”


    When Phoebe was about to deny, a hand was reached out in front of her to grab her wrist.


    She suddenly stiffed. When she was about to struggle, Stanford’s big hand gripped her tightly to stop


    her.


    With a frown, he said in a deep voice, “Don’t move. Let me check you up.”


    He gripped her wrist, feeling the pulse.


    Phoebe gaped at him as if she was had a lightning strike.


    How could Stanford take her pulse?


    She wondered why he could do Chinese traditional medicine...


    However, that was not the key point.


    Phoebe stared at his knuckled hands. His fingers were slightly bent, clinging to the skin of her wrist.


    His palm was a bit cool. It felt like jade, making her feel quitefortable.


    Although his hand was cool, Phoebe felt as if her skin was burned by the fire, which became reddish


    and burning.


    In a panic, she said in a stiffy tone, “I... I’m alright. You don’t need to do it.”


    Anyway, no matter how she was, it had nothing to with him at all. He wouldn’t care about her.


    Why would he bother to fluctuate her heart, then?


    Stanford ignored Phoebe. With a frown, he kept taking her pulse seriously.


    It was Chinese traditional medicine, which he knew a bit.


    Although he wasn’t as professional as Collin, he was still capable.


    The longer he took her pulse, the deep his frown became. His face was darkened.


    He looked as if Phoebe had got some critical illness.


    Phoebe became so uneasy under his gaze, wondering if there was truly something wrong with her


    health.


    Addison also became nervous.


    In the beginning, he nned to bring them together. However, if Mr. Fraser had diagnosed any critical


    illness on Phoebe, it would be truly a misfortune.


    Besides, he rarely saw Mr. Fraser look so solemn. Phoebe must have critical health problems.


    Addison felt quite uneasy. He asked, “Mr. Fraser, how’s Miss Jenkins doing?”