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!

bland vegetables, and none of them was the

their chef,

had said

of bland

at Stanford’s uncomfortable expression, the smile on his face turned

with such an unappetizing look, I suddenly have a great appetite for this

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

table, his

spicy dishes, what was the

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

suddenly felt

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

he intend

stood at the side, feeling a

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

chef to make a few more dishes, it’ll be ready in a bit, just

“No need for that.”

cold and dangerous gaze shot towards

is 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 eat this,

of

his words was that Ernest was taking advantage of the fact that he was a patient and an injured person,

was saying that Ernest was

expression unchanged on his

his words, she didn’t want Stanford to misunderstand

it’s 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.

indeed injuries on Florence. By doing this,

he

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

said, “Stop standing

Stanford had started eating, Florence didn’t say anything else, sitting down next

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

While doing so, she was

had

at her helplessly, and said softly, “Alright,

chopsticks and put a piece of meat in her bowl.