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

help but praise their chef, what a good

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

ten plus of bland

expression, the smile on

rare to see Stanford with such an unappetizing look, I suddenly have a great appetite for this

just in time for

table, his expression had been almost no different from

any spicy dishes, what was the meaning of

reason to slip off,

felt full of

of unappetizing dishes, added with

he intend to

at the side, feeling a

instructed the dishes, she intended only to take care of Ernest’s injuries. She hadn’t considered that there would suddenly be two more people

to make a few more dishes, it’ll

“No need for that.”

and dangerous gaze shot towards Ernest

unconcealed hostility, “My sister 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,

lot of sarcasm within

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

that

expression

could hear 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

Stanford was slightly stunned.

on Florence. By doing this,

he had misunderstood Ernest.

felt very unhappy

said, “Stop standing there,

that Stanford had started eating, Florence didn’t say

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

spoon and filled some dishes for him. While doing so, she was telling him

had filled Ernest’s bowl with

helplessly, and said

put a piece