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

realizing why Florence had said that they hadn’t prepared extra dishes and for him to eat

plus of bland vegetable

Stanford’s uncomfortable expression, the

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

injuries, and was just in time

his expression had been almost no different

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

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

felt full of

of unappetizing

intend to

the side, feeling

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

few more dishes, it’ll be ready in a bit, just wait for a

“No need for that.”

said with a deep voice, his cold and dangerous gaze shot towards Ernest who was

spicy food, even she is willing to accompany Mr. Hawkins to

were a lot of

he was a patient and an injured person,

saying that

straight, his expression unchanged on

words, she didn’t want Stanford to

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

Stanford was slightly stunned.

on Florence. By doing this, Ernest

like he had misunderstood Ernest.

still felt

standing there, let’s

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

pick up her own chopsticks and bowl. Instead, she picked up Ernest’s bowl and helped him fill a bowl

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

moment, she had filled Ernest’s bowl

helplessly, and

up his chopsticks and put