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!

bland vegetables, and none of them was the

but praise their chef, what a

came back to his senses, realizing why Florence had said that they hadn’t prepared extra dishes and for him to

of bland vegetable dishes just

Stanford’s uncomfortable expression, the smile on his face

“It’s rare to see Stanford with such an unappetizing look, I

just in time for the meal, so he decided to stay

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

was the meaning of a whole table of

was dejected and was just getting ready to find a reason to slip off, but he hadn’t thought that Stanford would

felt full

this whole table of unappetizing

he intend to

side, feeling a little

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

“No need for that.”

his cold and dangerous gaze shot towards Ernest who was sitting

hostility, “My sister is someone that loves spicy food, even she is willing to accompany Mr. Hawkins to not take spicy

of sarcasm within

was a patient and an injured person, ignoring Florence’s tastebuds and preference, making her

saying that Ernest was

sat straight, his expression unchanged

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

yet, Ernest didn’t want

Stanford was slightly stunned.

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

he

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

standing

eating, Florence didn’t say anything

Instead, she picked up Ernest’s bowl and helped

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

she had filled

looked at her helplessly, and said softly,

and put a piece of