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!

were ten plus bland vegetables, and none of

their

came back to his senses, realizing why Florence had said

plus of bland

expression, the

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

and was just in time for the meal, so he

on the table, his expression had been almost no different from Stanford.

there not being any spicy dishes, what was the meaning of a whole table of bland

find a reason to slip off, but he hadn’t thought that Stanford would come back at

suddenly felt full

facing this whole table of unappetizing dishes,

he intend to

side, feeling a

only to take care of Ernest’s injuries. She hadn’t considered that there

make a few more dishes, it’ll

“No need for that.”

a deep voice, his cold and dangerous

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

a lot of sarcasm within his

that he was a patient and an injured

that

sat straight, his expression unchanged on his

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

recovered yet, Ernest didn’t want me

Stanford was slightly stunned.

indeed injuries on Florence. By doing this, Ernest

seemed like he had misunderstood

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

standing

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

down, she didn’t pick up her own chopsticks and bowl. Instead, she picked up Ernest’s bowl and helped him fill

dishes for him. While doing so, she was telling him that this and that

she had

her helplessly, and

that, Ernest picked up his chopsticks and put a