My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Just like how he left, Stanford rushed back to the villa in a huff.

Walking into the door, he habitually wanted to walk towards Ernest’s room. But at this moment, he heard Florence’s voice coming from the dining room.

“Stanford, we are here.”

Stanford paused in his tracks, and saw Florence who was waving her hand at him.

He came back to his senses, Ernest had already woken up, Florence didn’t have to stay by his side in his room taking care of him anymore. Naturally, she would be eating outside.

Stanford looked at Florence, his gaze turned warmer, and he headed over to the dining room in large steps.

Florence was standing by the table, smiling and giving him chopsticks.

“Stanford, I didn’t know you were coming back now, so I didn’t prepare extra dishes, can you just have a simple meal?”

“No worries, I am not picky.”

Stanford said without hesitation, and sat down at his seat.

The food at his home was always the best, the quality was great, quantity was huge. Even if it was a single person eating, there would be many dishes, and even if there were three extra people, there wouldn’t be lacking in dishes.

Hence Stanford sat down without any emotional burden.

Just that, when he saw clearly what the dishes on the table were, the expression on his handsome face froze.

He frowned lightly, a little surprised, “Just these few dishes?”

There were indeed many dishes, on the table were many unrepeated dishes.

However…

Collin who was sitting by the side laughed mockingly, and said gleefully, “Stanford, you just said that you are not a picky eater.”

The corner of Stanford’s lips twitched slightly.

This was not a matter of whether he was a picky-eater, it was a matter of whether they can even be eaten.

His palate was used to spicy food. On the dining table, there would always be a mixture of spicy and non-spicy food, with a balance of taste and nutrition.

But the dishes in front of him were all bland vegetables!

vegetables, and

their chef,

said that they

had made ten plus of bland vegetable dishes just

looked at Stanford’s uncomfortable expression, the smile

to see Stanford with such an unappetizing look, I suddenly have a great appetite for this

treat Ernest’s injuries, and was just in time

saw the dishes on the table, his expression had been almost no different from

any spicy dishes, what was the

was dejected and was just getting ready to find a reason to slip off,

suddenly felt full

darkened again, facing this whole table of unappetizing

he intend

side, feeling a

injuries. She hadn’t considered that there would

she said, “I’ll get the chef to make a few more dishes, it’ll be ready in a bit, just wait

“No need for that.”

cold and dangerous gaze

food, even she is willing to accompany Mr.

of sarcasm within

that Ernest was taking advantage of the fact that he was a patient and an

was saying that

expression unchanged

hear the underlying meaning in his words, she didn’t

injuries on me that haven’t recovered yet, Ernest didn’t want me to eat food that would

Stanford was slightly stunned.

By doing this, Ernest

seemed like he

gaze. He still felt very unhappy to see him. He picked

said, “Stop standing

Florence didn’t say anything else,

down, she didn’t pick up her own chopsticks and bowl. Instead, she picked up Ernest’s

and filled some dishes for him. While doing so, she was telling him

had filled

helplessly, and said

up his chopsticks and put a piece of meat