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

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

made ten plus of bland vegetable dishes just for

Stanford’s uncomfortable expression, the smile on his face turned

such an unappetizing look,

Ernest’s injuries, and was just in time for the meal, so

he saw the dishes on the table, his expression had been almost

being any spicy dishes, what was

getting ready to find a reason to slip

felt

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

he intend to

stood at the side, feeling a little

she intended only to take care of Ernest’s injuries. She

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

“No need for that.”

with a deep voice, his cold and dangerous gaze shot towards Ernest who was sitting by

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

of

was a patient and an injured person, ignoring Florence’s tastebuds and preference, making her

that

sat straight, his expression unchanged

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

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

Stanford was slightly stunned.

on Florence. By doing this, Ernest was

like he had misunderstood Ernest.

Ernest with a complicated gaze. He still felt very unhappy to see him. He picked up his chopsticks.

“Stop standing

say anything else, sitting down next

own chopsticks and bowl. Instead, she picked

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

had

and said softly, “Alright, you

up his chopsticks and put a