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!

and none

help but praise their chef, what a good

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

plus of

uncomfortable expression, the smile

said smilingly, “It’s rare to see Stanford with such an unappetizing look, I suddenly have a great

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

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

being any spicy dishes, what was

ready to find a reason to slip off, but he hadn’t thought that Stanford would come back at this

suddenly felt full

whole table of unappetizing dishes, added with a

he intend to

at the side, feeling a

only to take care of Ernest’s injuries. She hadn’t considered that there would suddenly

the chef to make a few more dishes,

“No need for that.”

his cold and dangerous gaze shot towards Ernest who was

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

a lot of sarcasm within his words.

advantage of the fact that he was a patient and an injured person, ignoring

was saying that Ernest was

sat straight, his expression unchanged on

in his words, she didn’t want

Ernest didn’t want me to eat food that would not

Stanford was slightly stunned.

Florence. By

seemed like he had misunderstood

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

standing there, let’s

Florence didn’t say anything else,

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

for him. While doing so, she was telling him that this and that were good for

a moment, she had filled Ernest’s

and said

that, Ernest picked up his chopsticks and put a piece