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 none

couldn’t help but praise their chef, what a

had said that

made ten plus of bland vegetable

Stanford’s uncomfortable expression, the

with such an unappetizing look, I

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

his expression had

being any spicy dishes, what was the meaning of a whole table of

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 dishes, added with

intend

side,

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

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

“No need for that.”

his cold and dangerous gaze shot

to accompany

were a lot of sarcasm within his words.

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

saying that Ernest

sat straight, his expression unchanged on his handsome

in his words, she didn’t want Stanford

recovered yet, Ernest didn’t want me to eat

Stanford was slightly stunned.

on Florence. By doing this, Ernest was

he

still felt very unhappy to see him. He picked

said, “Stop standing there, let’s

Stanford had started eating, Florence didn’t say

own chopsticks and bowl. Instead,

and filled some dishes for him. While doing

a moment, she had filled

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

Ernest picked up his chopsticks and put