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

couldn’t help but praise their chef, what a

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

of bland

uncomfortable expression, the smile on his

Stanford with such an unappetizing look, I suddenly

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

the dishes on the table, his expression had been almost

any spicy dishes, what was the meaning of a whole

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

suddenly felt full

of unappetizing dishes, added

he intend

at the side,

instructed the dishes, she intended only to take care of Ernest’s injuries. She

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

“No need for that.”

dangerous gaze shot towards

willing to accompany Mr. Hawkins to not take spicy food. It would be nothing for me to

were a lot of sarcasm within his

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

that Ernest was

expression unchanged on his handsome

the underlying meaning in his words, she didn’t want Stanford to misunderstand Ernest. She quickly

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

Stanford was slightly stunned.

were indeed injuries on Florence. By doing this, Ernest

seemed like he had

still felt very unhappy to see him. He picked up his

standing

didn’t say anything else, sitting down next

chopsticks and bowl. Instead, she picked

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

had filled Ernest’s bowl

her helplessly, and said softly, “Alright, you

that, Ernest picked up his chopsticks and put a