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!

and none of them was

praise their chef,

said that they

made ten plus of bland vegetable dishes just

uncomfortable expression, the smile on his face

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

was just in time for the meal, so

dishes on the table, his expression had been almost no

was the meaning of a whole

was just getting ready to find a reason to slip off,

suddenly felt full

table of unappetizing dishes, added with

he intend to

side, feeling

dishes, she intended only to take care of Ernest’s injuries. She hadn’t considered that

to make a few more dishes, it’ll be ready

“No need for that.”

cold and dangerous gaze shot towards Ernest who was sitting by the

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

lot of sarcasm within

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

was saying that Ernest

his expression unchanged on his

could hear the underlying meaning in his words, she didn’t want Stanford to misunderstand Ernest. She quickly

recovered yet, Ernest didn’t want me to eat food that

Stanford was slightly stunned.

were indeed injuries on Florence. By doing

like he had misunderstood

Ernest with a complicated gaze. He still felt very unhappy to see

standing there,

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

chopsticks and bowl. Instead, she picked

sharing spoon and filled some dishes for him. While doing

she had filled

at her helplessly, and said softly,

put a piece of meat in