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

couldn’t help but praise their chef, what a

said that they hadn’t prepared extra dishes and for him to eat

had made ten plus of bland vegetable

Stanford’s uncomfortable expression, the smile on

with such an unappetizing look, I suddenly have

treat Ernest’s injuries, and was just in time for the meal, so he

his

what was the meaning of a whole table of bland

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

suddenly felt

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

he intend to

stood at the side, feeling a

she intended only to take care of Ernest’s injuries.

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

“No need for that.”

his cold and dangerous gaze shot towards Ernest who was

that loves spicy food, even she is willing to accompany Mr. Hawkins to not take spicy food. It would be

of

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

saying that Ernest

sat straight, his expression

his words, she didn’t want Stanford to misunderstand Ernest.

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

Stanford was slightly stunned.

injuries on Florence. By doing this, Ernest

like he had

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

said, “Stop standing there, let’s

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

she sat down, she didn’t pick up her own chopsticks and bowl. Instead, she picked up Ernest’s bowl and helped him fill a bowl

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

a moment, she had filled Ernest’s bowl

at her helplessly, and said softly, “Alright, you eat

picked up his chopsticks and put