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!

plus bland vegetables, and none of them

praise their chef,

had said that they hadn’t prepared extra dishes and for him

of bland vegetable dishes just

uncomfortable expression, the

to see Stanford with such an unappetizing look, I

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

dishes on the table, his expression

any spicy dishes, what was the meaning of a

dejected and was just getting ready to find a reason to slip off, but he hadn’t

suddenly felt full

whole table of unappetizing

he intend

side, feeling a little

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

said, “I’ll get the chef to make a few more dishes, it’ll be ready

“No need for that.”

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

that loves spicy food, even she is willing to accompany Mr. Hawkins to not take spicy food. It would be nothing for me to

of sarcasm within

was

saying that

his expression

his words, she

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

Stanford was slightly stunned.

were indeed injuries on Florence. By doing this, Ernest was considering Florence’s

seemed like he had

with a complicated gaze. He still felt

said, “Stop standing there,

say anything else, sitting down next to

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

sharing spoon and filled some dishes for him. While doing so, she was telling him that this and that were good

she had filled

helplessly, and

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