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 none of them was

couldn’t help but praise their chef, what a good

back to his senses, realizing why Florence had said that they

made ten plus of bland vegetable dishes

Stanford’s uncomfortable expression, the smile on

such an unappetizing look, I suddenly have a

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

the dishes on the table, his expression had been almost no different from Stanford.

there not being any spicy dishes, what was the meaning

slip off, but he hadn’t thought that Stanford would come back at this time.

suddenly felt

again, facing this whole table of unappetizing dishes, added with a gloating

he intend to

side, feeling a

Ernest’s injuries. She hadn’t

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

“No need for that.”

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

voice carried an unconcealed hostility, “My sister is someone that loves spicy food, even she is willing to accompany Mr. Hawkins to not take spicy food.

a lot of sarcasm within his words.

taking advantage of the fact that he was a patient and an injured person, ignoring Florence’s tastebuds and preference, making her eat these

that

sat straight, his expression unchanged on his

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

didn’t want me to eat food that

Stanford was slightly stunned.

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

he had misunderstood Ernest.

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

“Stop standing

Florence didn’t say

didn’t pick up her own chopsticks and bowl. Instead, she picked up Ernest’s bowl and

she picked up the sharing spoon and filled some dishes for him. While

a moment, she had

at her helplessly, and

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