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 of them was

help but praise their

Florence had said that they hadn’t prepared

ten plus of bland vegetable dishes

the smile on his face

see Stanford with such an unappetizing look, I

time for the meal, so he decided

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

dishes, what was the

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

felt

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

he intend to

the side, feeling a

Ernest’s injuries. She hadn’t considered that there

the chef to make a few more dishes, it’ll be

“No need for that.”

a deep voice, his cold and dangerous gaze shot towards Ernest

is willing to accompany Mr. Hawkins to not take spicy

lot of sarcasm within his

that he was

saying that Ernest

expression unchanged

in his words, she didn’t want Stanford to misunderstand Ernest.

the injuries on me that haven’t recovered yet, Ernest didn’t

Stanford was slightly stunned.

By doing this, Ernest was considering

he had misunderstood Ernest.

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

“Stop standing

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

chopsticks and bowl. Instead,

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

a moment, she had filled Ernest’s bowl

her helplessly, and said softly,

Ernest picked up his chopsticks and put a piece of meat in