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!

were ten plus bland vegetables, and

praise their chef, what a

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

of bland vegetable dishes

uncomfortable expression, the smile on his

see Stanford with such an unappetizing look, I suddenly have

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

his expression had been almost no different

not being any spicy dishes, what was the meaning of a whole

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

felt full of

again, facing this whole table of unappetizing

intend

at the side, feeling a

take care of Ernest’s injuries. She hadn’t considered that there would suddenly be two more people

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

“No need for that.”

said with a deep voice, his cold and dangerous gaze

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

a lot of sarcasm within his

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

was saying that Ernest was

his expression unchanged on his handsome

in his words, she didn’t want Stanford to

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.

Florence. By doing this, Ernest was

like he had

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

standing

started eating, Florence didn’t say

her own chopsticks and bowl. Instead, she picked up Ernest’s bowl

him. While doing

moment, she had filled Ernest’s bowl

her helplessly, and said

put a piece of meat in her