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!

vegetables, and none of them was the

praise their chef, what a

came back to his senses, realizing why Florence had said that they hadn’t prepared extra dishes and for

of bland vegetable dishes

expression, the smile on

Stanford with such an unappetizing look, I suddenly have a great appetite for this big

injuries, and was just in time for the meal, so

the dishes on the table, his expression

was

just getting ready to find a reason to slip off, but he hadn’t thought that

suddenly felt full of

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

he intend to

the side, feeling a

she instructed the dishes, she intended only to take care of Ernest’s injuries.

dimmed, and she said, “I’ll get the chef to make a few more dishes, it’ll be ready in a bit, just wait for

“No need for that.”

his cold and dangerous gaze shot towards Ernest who was

willing to accompany Mr. Hawkins to not take spicy food. It would be nothing for me to

lot of sarcasm

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

was saying that Ernest was

sat straight, his expression

his words, she didn’t want Stanford

on me that haven’t recovered yet, Ernest didn’t want

Stanford was slightly stunned.

on Florence. By doing this, Ernest was considering

like he had

gaze. He still felt very unhappy to see him. He

standing there, let’s

that Stanford had started eating, Florence didn’t say

she sat down, she didn’t pick up her own chopsticks and bowl. Instead, she picked

and filled some dishes for him. While

a moment, she had filled Ernest’s

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

chopsticks and put a