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!

were ten plus bland vegetables, and none of them was the

help but praise their chef, what a good

said that they hadn’t

made ten plus of bland vegetable dishes just for

the

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

time for the meal, so he decided to

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

spicy dishes, what was the meaning of a

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

felt full

whole table of unappetizing dishes, added with a

intend

the side, feeling a little

care of Ernest’s injuries. She hadn’t

to make a few

“No need for that.”

dangerous gaze shot towards Ernest who was sitting by

someone that loves spicy food, even she is willing to accompany

of sarcasm within his

he was a patient and

was saying that Ernest

straight, his expression unchanged on his

his words, she didn’t want Stanford to

yet, Ernest didn’t want me to eat food

Stanford was slightly stunned.

on Florence. By doing this, Ernest

like he

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

standing there, let’s

Florence didn’t say anything else, sitting down

her own chopsticks and bowl. Instead, she picked up

picked up the sharing spoon and filled some dishes for him. While

moment, she had filled Ernest’s bowl with

her helplessly, and said softly, “Alright,

chopsticks and put a piece of meat in her bowl.