Chapter 986: Mr. Fraser''s Jealousy
Stanford couldn''t even follow their conversation.
He was like an outsider watching as they had fun.
But Stanford didn''t even bother to join them.
He was upset because he seemed to be oblivious to Phoebe''s hobby.
And Phoebe wouldn''t even talk to him about these.
Denzel understood her like he had be Phoebe''s best mate. They could talk forever.
Stanford couldn''t hold up for any longer. He had to vent it out on someone.
After a while, Phoebe felt that a sense of aloofness intermittently washed over her.
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She turned around in confusion and saw Stanford''s poker face.
He pursed his lips, turning icy. Everyone could see that he was angry.
Phoebe gaped at him for a while.
It was rare to see Stanford be angry at this obvious level.
But what''s wrong with him?
As Phoebe stopped talking, Denzel also looked towards Stanford.
When he saw the grumpy Stanford, Denzel raised his ss to him with a bright smile on his face.
"Is this Mr. Fraser? I''m too happy to forget my etiquette. I''m sorry, Mr. Fraser. I should have greeted
you earlier."
"I''m honored to be included in your engagement party. I wish I could also get a gig at your wedding
party."
It would be a privilege to have Denzel at the wedding party. People seldom had that chance.
Phoebe might be one of the few lucky people in the world.
Her eyes gleamed with happiness, and It''d probably just make her admire Denzel even more.
But Stanford didn''t cheer for this as Phoebe did. How could he invite Denzel to the wedding party?
Stanford wouldn''t do such a silly thing to humiliate himself by inviting another man to his wedding
party.
He won''t give himself a hard time.
Stanford responded in a frosty tone.
"Well, you wish."
He poured cold water on Denzel''s enthusiasm.
Denzel''s mouth twitched, feeling a little embarrassed.
Phoebe didn''t expect Stanford to turn him down.
Was he in a bad mood?
After a moment of awkward silence, Denzel adjusted his mood and raised his ss to Stanford with
a neutral smile.
"Mr. Fraser seems not a big fan of music. You must have better ns for the wedding. Well, I''m d
that we meet at the engagement party. After this drink, I hope we can be friends."
Then he winked cheerfully at Phoebe.
His mischief brought people closer.
Phoebe had never dreamed of making friends with her idol in her life. How can she reject such a
good offer?
She picked up a ss. As she clinked sses with Denzel, someone took his wine away in a
domineering manner.
Stanford said frigidly, "You haven''t recovered yet. No alcohol is allowed."
If it wasn''t for Stanford, Phoebe must let the cat out of the bag.
It was an awkward moment for everyone.
Denzel was waiting for Stanford''s response, but Stanford had no intention of raising his sses.
Phoebe broke the silence and said, "I''m sorry. I can''t drink due to some health issues."
Denzel had offered twice, but Stanford remained unmoved. The wide smile slowly froze on his face.
…
Denzel looked at Phoebe and said, "It''s okay. Health matters the most."
Denzel''s eyes flicked to the dance floor at the side. He extended his hand to Phoebe politely and
asked her to dance.
"Miss Jenkins, may I have the honor to ask you to dance?"
Phoebe was dumbfounded.
Still shocked by what she had just experienced, Phoebe tried to convince herself it was a real thing.
She was on cloud nine!
Phoebe was excited! She slowly reached her hand forward and suddenly shrank back.
She gave a side nce at Stanford.
It wasn''t appropriate to dance with other men at her engagement party, no matter how Phoebe was
crazy about Denzel.
Phoebe tried desperately to keep her reaction neutral.
She said apologetically, "I''d love to, but I''m afraid I can''t. I have to take care of other guests."
Denzel showed a disappointed expression, "I''m afraid I will regret not dancing with such a beautiful
lady at the grand party."
His pleading eyes softened Phoebe''s heart.
Denzel kept his hands extending and said grudgingly.
"Just one dance, okay?"
Phoebe was facing a great dilemma.
Her mind kept struggling against her emotions. Phoebe was Stanford''s girlfriend now, so she was
supposed not to dance with other men in the banquet of the Fraser family. People would talk behind
her back.
But Phoebe did not know how to refuse her idol''s warm invitation.
When Phoebe was fidgeting about a proper excuse, Stanford held her hand in a rigid tone.
"Mr. Duncan, Phoebe is not avable now. She has to stay with me."
Phoebe''s mouth twitched slightly at the sound of his words, and those words hurt.
Denzel''s face turned pale and registered embarrassment.
Stanford held Phoebe''s hand and went straight to the dance floor.
He put his arms around Phoebe''s waist and danced with her.
As Stanford and Phoebe were on the dance floor, people backed swiftly away, clearing the floor for
them.
Phoebe looked at Stanford in surprise. He did not mention dancing at the party.
It was beyond Stanford''s n.
But now…
Phoebe looked yfully at Stanford and smirked at him.
"Mr. Fraser, are you jealous?"
Stanford''s eye fluttered. "What? Impossible!"
He said stiffly: "Not a chance."
But Phoebeughed even harder. She almost tumbled into Stanford''s arms.
She teased Stanford, "Then why are you acting weird?"
"I''m not."
His face turned numb with anger, and he was rigid as a statue. Howe these weren''t weird?
"Mr. Fraser, I am so happy."
The sullen Stanford was, the happier Phoebe became. Her eyes crinkled into a smile and lit up with
happiness.
…
She looked proudly at him and said, "I''m d that you learned how to be jealousy."