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!

and

help but praise their chef, what

why Florence had said

plus of bland vegetable dishes

the smile on his face

“It’s rare to see Stanford with such an unappetizing look, I suddenly have a great

Ernest’s injuries, and was just in time for the meal, so he decided to stay

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

aside there not being any spicy dishes, what was the meaning of

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

felt full

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

intend

side, feeling a little

Ernest’s injuries. She hadn’t considered that there would suddenly be two more

to make a few more dishes, it’ll be

“No need for that.”

cold and dangerous gaze shot towards Ernest who

someone that loves spicy food, even she is willing to accompany Mr. Hawkins to

were a lot of sarcasm

that he was a

that Ernest

expression unchanged

words, she didn’t want Stanford to

didn’t want me to

Stanford was slightly stunned.

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

like he had misunderstood Ernest.

He still felt very unhappy to see him.

standing

say anything else, sitting down

up her own chopsticks and bowl. Instead, she

she picked up the sharing spoon and filled some dishes for him. While doing so, she was telling him that this

she had

and said softly,

that, Ernest picked up his chopsticks and put a piece of meat