Chapter 976: Flirting at Meal


    “Stop it! I’d rather never have him as my nephew!”


    Juliette cursed. Her eyes reddened by anger.


    As the daughter of the Fraser family, she had been living a luxurious life, with no one daring to find


    fault with her.


    But now, she was punished by her nephew ording to the family rule.


    She almost lost her life. And she did lose her dignity.


    An expression of calction shed on Braylee’s face. She said with affected sympathy, “Stanny


    wasn’t like that before. He was good to us and he paid great respect to the elder. But since Phoebe


    Jenkins came into the Fraser Mansion, he has changed.”


    Halting for a second, she sighed, “I have no idea how Jenkins has seduced, or deluded Stanny.”


    With Rage and cruelty shing in Juliette’s eyes and with fists clenched, she uttered word by word


    in wrath, “Phoebe Jenkins! I will never forgive her!”


    Braylee put on her face a sophisticated smile.


    …


    Phoebe did not know how long she had been sleeping. When she woke up, the night had already


    fallen.


    The room was reigned by dim, but not far from here there was a beam of light, which was not quite


    distinct in the midst of darkness.


    It was sent out by aputer on the desk. Now Stanford was sitting before it and typing gently. To


    her surprise, not a single sound was produced by his fingers.


    She felt as if she were appreciating a quiet and beautiful painting.


    Under the dim light, his face was tinted with shades, which endowed him an enchanting sense of


    beauty.


    But Phoebe had also noticed that below his eyes there were either shades created by the light or


    ck rings indicating his exhaustion.


    The clock told her that it was already 3.00 a.m., but he was still busy with his business.


    But for look her after, he had even moved his desk to her room for work.


    Phoebe was seized with a mixed feeling, her mind interwoven with warmth and sympathy.


    She finally called him sweetly, “Mr. Fraser …”


    Stanford suddenly stopped his typing, looking upwards toward Phoebe, “You woke up?”


    Then he stood up and strode to the bed, bending over to look at her, saying, “Do you feel


    ufortable?”


    Phoebe shook her head and the moment she tried to sit up on the bed, the big hand of Stanford


    was pressed on her back and lifted her up.


    He sat on the bed, quite close to her but still at some distance like a gentleman.


    Phoebe indulged herself in the fragrance of the man before she fell into Stanford’s embrace as if


    she were unable to sit upright.


    She said softly, “I’m all right. I’m just a little tired. Could I have a rest in your arms?”


    Stanford became stiffened.


    Looking at the lovely face in his embrace, he felt his heart can’ t help but beating faster and faster.


    He secretly swallowed his saliva, his body remaining motionless to let Phoebe rest in his embosom.


    Phoebe was like a kitten quite enjoying herself in his arms.


    She stared at the shining screen, asking, “You still got a lot of work to do?”


    “Yep.” Stanford answered in a low voice.


    “Then when will you finish your work?”


    “I may spend the whole night on it, so, you can go on sleeping if you feel tired. Will I disturb you?”


    said Stanford with much concern.


    He wanted to stay with Phoebe, but he must deal with his own affairs, so he had to move his desk in


    Phoebe’s room to serve both ends.


    But if he would disturb his sweet heart …


    “Yeah, you’ve disturbed me.”


    Her voice sound quite discontented.


    Stanford was suddenly stunned, not knowing what to do.


    His brain run quickly, “Then I may … use a pen to write orders …”


    “You’ve promised to always stay with me and look after me.”


    Phoebe interrupted him. She raised her head to look at Stanford squarely under the dim light.


    Her little face covered all over with earnestness, she said, “I’m hungry. Let’s have dinner together.”


    Stanford had a glimpse at theputer and said with no hesitation, “No problem. I will ask them to


    send our meals here.”


    Then he turned on the bedsidemp and gave his servants a phone call.


    Having been ina for so long, she was indeed hungry. ording to the advice from Collin


    Campbell, Stanford had asked his men to ensure food was ready all the time and midnight made no


    exception.


    Now as she had asked, he would definitely give her what she wanted.


    After a while, a maid came in with a cart, in which dishes that were suitable for patients yet smelled


    quite tasty were ced neatly. Phoebe hadn’t had anything for a long time, so now the smell of the


    foods was enough to give her a good appetite.


    She did not start to eat right away but told the maid, “Give me another set of cutleries, please.”


    The maid readily gave her another set as if she had been waiting for her call.


    Phoebe looked at Stanford, “Let’s have meal together.”


    Stanford hesitated for a second before he nodded.


    Having been busy day and night recently, he really missed eating properly at table.


    With Stanford’s content, Phoebe set about eating. But as she tried to pick up the chopsticks, she


    found her hand wrapped all over by bandage.


    She could not hold a spoon in hand, let alone chopsticks.


    Suddenly she felt quite embarrassed.


    Stanford also noticed her awkwardness, therefore, after hesitating for a while, he asked uneasily,


    “May I feed you?”


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    The feeling of embarrassment suddenly turned into the joy of being lucky. She fixed her avid eyes


    on Stanford, nodding repeatedly to show her eagerness.


    If it was the rewards of her injury on hands, then she was willing to be wrapped up all over by


    bandage again and again.


    In the past he used to consider that it was quite affected and indecent for couples to feed each


    other, but now it was his turn to do the same.


    Heforted himself that what he did was different. He was just taking care of a patient.


    Over this, Stanford got back to his former self.


    He picked up a piece of eggnt and fed it to Phoebe, who, instantly opened her mouth to gnaw it


    as well as the tip of the chopsticks.


    Staring at her gnawing the chopsticks, Stanford was suddenly struck by his desire, if not lust, for


    her, so much so that he was about to drop his chopsticks.


    It was not a meal but rather flirting ...


    But the culprit failed to notice how seductive she was. She gnawed the chopsticks again, and then


    even licked her lips.


    An impulse to have sex with her was stirred in his heart by her move.


    Stanford breathed heavily and looked away hastily, a sign that he almost lost control of his body.


    Love and desire welled up in her eyes, and she whispered in a seductive voice, “What’s the matter,


    Mr. Fraser?”


    Ah, what a lovely question.


    Stanford was now possessed by his love and desire for her.