My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 1020: He's Under the Lighthouse

Chapter 1020: He's Under the Lighthouse It could be said to be a clear clue! It directly shrank the entire area to the Wales coast, searched through that place, and found Phoebe, which meant that the day was just around the corner. Upon hearing this news, Stanford immediately got to Wales at his fastest speed. He did not send people to search all the region, but took a secret investigation. According to Juliette Fraser, after leaving the Frasers’ Mansion, they escaped smoothly with the help of Theodore. But in order not to be caught all in one draft, they left in different ways. Braylee then separated from Juliette and the others. In order to be safe, they rarely contacted each other, so Braylee probably knew nothing about the news that Juliette was caught. Stanford took advantage of this opportunity to secretly look for Phoebe and catch Braylee off guard. However, Wales was a flourishing seaside city with a very large area and wide coast. Even if they focused on the coast, the area was still very large. It would be more difficult to keep a low profile. Stanford arranged for people to come separately and look for her without rest. He checked the houses and people lived by the sea and within the scope of the area, and even sent someone to squat to monitor them. He did everything he could. But... After a few days, he found nothing. Collin was anxious. "We've found all the places we can find. Is there anywhere else that we missed?" The sea breeze was blowing, like a knife. Stanford stood straight and looked at the sea in the distance, looked as calm as the stagnant water. He said word by word, "She's here." Collin pressed his temples irritably. "But we've found all the places we should find." Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

"There are always black under the light or somewhere we didn't pay attention. If | can't find her once, I'll search here twice or three times." He would find Phoebe even if even if dig deep into the ground. Collin looked at Stanford in a daze and only felt more headache. It seemed that Stanford had a demonic stubbornness now. Collin didn't even know where his confidence came from. He didn't even consider another possibility that would Braylee know in advance and take Phoebe away already. No, maybe he didn't dare to think about it. After searching for two months without any clue, God knew that this news was simply a salvation for Stanford. If he failed... No one could bear the consequences. Collin looked at Stanford for a long time, sighed, and turned to leave. At this point, what he could do was try his best to find. Once, twice, three times. As long as there was hope, he must find Phoebe. Although that girl always set herself against him and always made him unhappy, he still hoped that she could live. After all, since met her, Stanford had become more and more like a living person with real emotions. The sea breeze blew with a fishy smell. Stanford was not completely healed. He did not cooperate with the doctor, so the treatment would not be complete, leaving many hidden dangers. His left leg often ached, especially after standing for a long time. But he was still standing straight on the beach, staring at the coastline, motionless. It seemed that he felt numb of the pain in his body. Perhaps only when he was in pain could he feel that he was still alive. Phoebe couldn't fall asleep. To be exact, she had not slept for a long time.

Every day here was like living in hell. She got up from the cold and hard floor and opened the worn-out window. The sea breeze suddenly blew toward her face. It was late at night, and it was a little cold. She didn't even have a blanket to warm herself. Braylee didn't give her a bed, let alone a quilt or pillow. During this period, she had been sleeping on the floor which was cold and hard. The seaside night was humid and cold. She had caught a cold and had a fever several times. Every time she was seriously ill, Braylee would ask the doctor to treat her. She was sick and then healed, healed and then sick again. Being tortured in such a circle. Her body was getting worse and worse with the resistance being weaker and weaker. But even so, she still wanted to live. She wanted to see Stanford alive. She wanted to go back to him. Even if her face... Phoebe touched her face gently and immediately retreated her fingers frightened. The rugged feel made her feel terrifying and disgusting. She didn't dare to imagine what kind of reaction Stanford would have after seeing it. Would he feel sorry for her? Or would he be scared? "Ahem." Phoebe felt an itch in her throat and coughed, covering her mouth. During this period of time, she often coughed. Having a cold over and over again, she had always been coughing. In another words, it could be said that Braylee had deliberately prevented her from getting better. She could not continue to enjoy the cool breeze. Phoebe glanced at the lush coconut grove on the beach and then gently closed the window. Not long after it, a tall man slowly walked out of the coconut grove. He was shrouded in the moonlight and looked particularly lonely.

It was Stanford. He didn't go back. Instead, he walked aimlessly along the coast and arrived here unconsciously. A coast which was remote and sparsely populated without a footprint on the beach. The environment was very good with clear seawater. There was even an ancient lighthouse standing on a rock. But it had been abandoned a long time ago, without even a lamp. It was something different from the sea and attracted Stanford's attention. He looked at the lighthouse for a long time before walked towards it. He walked very slowly and finally reached it after a long while, leaving a trail of footprints on the beach. There were piles of ashes everywhere, many bricks broken. It must have been very old. He walked to the small door. It was an ancient wooden door with a rusty chain. The lock was released with a click when he reached out and touched it gently. After such a long time, the lock was useless. Stanford looked at the wooden door with a gloomy look. He didn't like seeking novelty, but there seemed to be something pulling him inside, which made him subconsciously walk in. Then he did it. "Creak-" The door was gently pushed open, making the unique sound of an old door. At the same time, a wave of dust rushed over with a stale aura. Stanford covered his nose and frowned slightly. It was obviously a place where no one had lived for decades. The dust had piled up like a mountain, and there was no sign of people reaching here before. It was more impossible to hide someone here. "Am [really crazy? Why am I here? What am I looking for?" Stanford gave a wry smile and turned to leave, but as soon as he moved, he stared at the stairs. For some reason, he wanted to go up and have a look...