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

couldn’t help but praise their chef, what a good

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

ten plus of bland

Stanford’s uncomfortable expression, the smile on his face

unappetizing look, I suddenly have a great appetite for

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

saw the dishes on the table, his expression had been almost no different from Stanford.

what was

a reason to slip

suddenly felt full

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

he intend to

side, feeling a

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

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

“No need for that.”

cold and dangerous gaze

even she is willing to accompany

a lot of sarcasm within his

he was a patient and an injured person, ignoring Florence’s tastebuds and preference, making her eat these unappetizing bland

saying that Ernest was

his expression

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

yet, Ernest didn’t want me to eat food

Stanford was slightly stunned.

Florence. By doing this, Ernest was considering Florence’s

he had

still felt very unhappy to see him. He

said, “Stop standing

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

chopsticks and bowl. Instead, she picked up Ernest’s bowl and helped him

and filled some dishes for him. While

she had filled

at her helplessly, and

and put a piece of meat in