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

praise their chef, what a

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

ten plus of bland vegetable

looked at Stanford’s uncomfortable expression, the smile

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

Ernest’s injuries, and was just in time for the meal, so he decided to stay here and

the table, his expression had been almost no different from

being any spicy dishes, what was

just getting ready to find a reason to slip off,

felt full of

facing this whole table of unappetizing dishes, added with

intend to

side, feeling a little

intended only to take care of Ernest’s injuries.

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

“No need for that.”

his cold and dangerous gaze shot towards

that loves spicy food, even she is willing to accompany Mr. Hawkins to not take spicy food. It would

lot of

was taking advantage of the fact that he was a patient and an

that Ernest

straight, his expression unchanged on

hear the underlying meaning in his words, she didn’t want

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

Stanford was slightly stunned.

injuries on Florence. By doing this, Ernest

seemed like he had misunderstood

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

“Stop standing there,

Stanford had started eating, Florence didn’t say

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

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

she had filled

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

picked up his chopsticks and put a piece of meat in her bowl.