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!

plus bland vegetables, and

but praise their

senses, realizing why Florence had said that they hadn’t

ten plus of bland vegetable

uncomfortable expression, the smile on

such an unappetizing

just in time for the meal,

table, his expression had been almost no different

not being any spicy dishes, what was the meaning of a

just getting ready to find a reason to slip off, but he hadn’t thought that Stanford would come back

suddenly felt

table of unappetizing dishes, added with

intend

at the side, feeling

instructed the dishes, she intended only to take care of Ernest’s injuries. She hadn’t considered that there would suddenly

chef to make a few more dishes, it’ll be ready in a bit, just wait for

“No need for that.”

with a deep voice, his cold and dangerous gaze shot towards Ernest who was sitting by

“My sister is someone that loves spicy food, even she is willing to accompany Mr. Hawkins to not take spicy food. It would be nothing for me to also eat

of sarcasm within his

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

that Ernest was

expression unchanged on

could hear the underlying meaning in his words, she

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

Stanford was slightly stunned.

on Florence. By doing this, Ernest was

he had

Ernest with a complicated gaze. He still felt very unhappy to see

said, “Stop standing there, let’s

Florence didn’t say anything else,

her own chopsticks and bowl. Instead, she picked up Ernest’s bowl and helped him fill a bowl of

filled some dishes for him. While doing so, she was telling him that this and that were good for

she had filled

looked at her helplessly, and said

his chopsticks and put a piece of