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!

bland vegetables, and none of them

couldn’t help but praise their chef, what a

senses, realizing why Florence had said that they

ten plus of bland vegetable dishes just

the smile on his face

smilingly, “It’s rare to see Stanford with such an unappetizing look, I suddenly have a great appetite for this

here to treat Ernest’s injuries, and was just in time for the meal, so he decided to

the dishes on the table, his expression

spicy dishes, what was the meaning of a whole table of

just getting ready to find a reason to slip off,

felt

whole table of unappetizing dishes, added

he intend to

side, feeling

of Ernest’s injuries. She hadn’t considered that there would

and she said, “I’ll get the chef to make a few more dishes, it’ll be ready in a bit, just wait for

“No need for that.”

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

someone that loves spicy food, even she is willing to accompany

lot of sarcasm within

underlying meaning in his words was that Ernest was taking advantage of the fact that he was

that

sat straight, his expression unchanged on

the underlying meaning in his words, she didn’t

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

Stanford was slightly stunned.

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

like he had misunderstood

still felt very unhappy to see him. He picked up his

said, “Stop standing there, let’s

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

chopsticks and bowl. Instead,

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

had filled Ernest’s bowl

and said softly, “Alright, you

his chopsticks and put a piece of meat