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 none of them

but praise their

came back to his senses, realizing why Florence had said that

made ten plus of bland

looked at Stanford’s uncomfortable expression, the smile on his face turned

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

was just in time for the meal, so he

he saw the dishes on the table, his

was the meaning

getting ready to find a reason to slip off, but he

felt full of

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

he intend

side, feeling a

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

she said, “I’ll get the chef to make a few more

“No need for that.”

dangerous gaze shot towards Ernest who was sitting

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

lot of

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

saying that Ernest

his expression unchanged on his handsome

could hear the underlying meaning in his words, she

Ernest didn’t want me to eat food

Stanford was slightly stunned.

injuries on Florence. By doing this, Ernest was

like he had

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

said, “Stop standing

Stanford had started eating, Florence didn’t say anything else, sitting down next to Ernest

Instead, she picked up Ernest’s

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

she had filled Ernest’s bowl

and said softly,

up his chopsticks and put a piece