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

but praise their chef, what

back to his senses, realizing why Florence had said

of bland vegetable dishes

Stanford’s uncomfortable expression, the

unappetizing look, I suddenly have

and was just in time

the dishes on the table, his expression

not being any spicy dishes, what was the meaning of a

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

suddenly felt

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

he intend

the side, feeling a

take care of Ernest’s injuries. She hadn’t

gaze dimmed, and she said, “I’ll get the chef to make a few more

“No need for that.”

and dangerous gaze shot towards Ernest who was sitting by

that loves spicy food, even she is willing to accompany Mr. Hawkins to not take spicy

of sarcasm within his

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

saying that Ernest

straight, his expression unchanged on his

words, she didn’t want Stanford to misunderstand

didn’t want me to eat

Stanford was slightly stunned.

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

he had misunderstood

still felt very unhappy to see him. He

“Stop standing there,

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

sat down, 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

moment, she had

at her helplessly, and

up his chopsticks and put a piece of meat