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!

vegetables, and none of

couldn’t help but praise their chef,

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

of bland vegetable

uncomfortable expression, the smile on his face

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

was just in time for the meal, so

dishes on the table, his expression had been almost

there not being any spicy dishes, what was the

to slip off, but he hadn’t thought

suddenly felt full

whole table of unappetizing dishes, added with a

he intend to

at the side,

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

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

“No need for that.”

deep voice, his cold and dangerous gaze shot

spicy food, even she is willing to accompany Mr. Hawkins to

were a lot of sarcasm within his words.

fact that he was a patient and an injured

that Ernest

straight, his expression unchanged

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

on me that haven’t recovered yet, Ernest didn’t want

Stanford was slightly stunned.

By doing this,

he had misunderstood

at Ernest with a complicated gaze. He still felt very unhappy to see him. He picked up his chopsticks.

said, “Stop standing there,

Florence didn’t say anything else, sitting down next to

her own chopsticks and bowl. Instead, she picked up Ernest’s bowl and helped him fill

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

moment, she had filled Ernest’s bowl with

her helplessly, and said

Ernest picked up his chopsticks and put