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

couldn’t help but praise their chef,

realizing why Florence had said that they hadn’t prepared extra dishes and for

ten plus of bland

Stanford’s uncomfortable expression, the smile on

unappetizing look, I suddenly have a great

time for the meal,

he saw the dishes on the table, his

not being any spicy dishes, what was the meaning

a reason to slip off, but he hadn’t thought that Stanford

suddenly felt full of

face darkened again, facing this whole table of unappetizing dishes, added

he intend to

stood at the side, feeling a little

dishes, she intended only to take care of Ernest’s injuries. She hadn’t considered that there would suddenly be two more people

the chef to make a few more dishes, it’ll be ready in

“No need for that.”

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

she is willing to accompany Mr. Hawkins to not take spicy food. It would be nothing for me

a lot of sarcasm

the fact that he was a patient and an injured person, ignoring Florence’s tastebuds and preference, making her eat these

was saying that

expression unchanged on his

hear the underlying meaning in his words, she didn’t want Stanford to misunderstand Ernest.

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

Stanford was slightly stunned.

indeed injuries on Florence. By doing this, Ernest was considering Florence’s

he had

a complicated gaze. He still felt very unhappy to see him. He picked up his chopsticks.

“Stop standing

eating, Florence didn’t say anything else, sitting down next to Ernest

Instead,

While doing so, she

moment, she had filled Ernest’s bowl with

at her helplessly, and

Ernest picked up his chopsticks and put a piece of meat in