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!

plus bland vegetables, and

but praise their

realizing why Florence had said that they hadn’t prepared extra dishes and for him to eat

plus of bland vegetable dishes

at Stanford’s uncomfortable expression, the smile on his

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

time for

when he saw the dishes on the table, his

not being any spicy dishes, what was the

ready to find a reason to slip off, but he

suddenly felt full of

this whole table of unappetizing dishes, added with a gloating bastard mocking

he intend

stood at the side, feeling a little

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

get the chef to make a few more dishes, it’ll be

“No need for that.”

dangerous gaze shot towards Ernest

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

were a lot of

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

saying that

his expression unchanged on

words, she didn’t want Stanford to misunderstand Ernest.

the injuries on me that haven’t recovered yet, Ernest didn’t want me to eat food that

Stanford was slightly stunned.

indeed injuries on Florence. By

he

at Ernest with a complicated gaze. He still felt very unhappy

“Stop standing there, let’s

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

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

spoon and filled some dishes for him. While doing

a moment, she had filled Ernest’s

her helplessly, and said softly, “Alright, you eat

and put a piece of meat in