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!

ten plus bland vegetables, and none of

help but praise their chef,

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

made ten plus of

Stanford’s uncomfortable expression, the

Stanford with such an unappetizing look, I suddenly have

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

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

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

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

suddenly felt

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

intend

at the side, feeling a little

she intended only to take care of Ernest’s injuries. She hadn’t considered that there would

gaze dimmed, and she said, “I’ll get the chef to make a few more dishes, it’ll be

“No need for that.”

deep voice, his cold and dangerous gaze shot

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

were a lot of sarcasm within

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

was saying that Ernest

sat straight, his expression unchanged on

words, she didn’t want Stanford

it’s the injuries on me that haven’t recovered yet, Ernest didn’t want me to eat food

Stanford was slightly stunned.

indeed injuries on Florence. By doing this, Ernest

he

complicated gaze. He still felt very unhappy

“Stop standing there, let’s

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

own chopsticks and bowl. Instead, she picked

him. While doing so, she was telling him that this and that were

a moment, she had filled Ernest’s bowl with

her helplessly, and said softly, “Alright,

his chopsticks and put a piece of meat in her