My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 337

“What the fuck!”

Collin was rendered speechless, looking at Stanford as if he was looking at a monster.

Frankly speaking, he was Stanford’s best friend since childhood. Stanford always looked like a prince since he was born, aloof, elegant, and doing things willfully. He had a strong ego.

Collin had never imagined that Stanford would dote and accommodate himself to someone else.

However, just now he had witnessed that the elegant Stanford clung to Florence shamelessly just for getting closer to her.

Stanford raised his eyebrows, and his eyes suddenly became deep and dangerous.

“Don’t curse in my younger sister’s presence.”

Collin was speechless.

Stanford had gone too far. He tried his best to remind Florence about his presence as if he was a decent gentleman.

Indeed, Stanford didn’t curse, but when he killed people, would it be less dirty?

Florence was sitting on the chair obediently, having no idea what was going on between the two men.

She was quite down, feeling a bit numb. She didn’t want to pay attention to a lot of things.

When the food was served, she started eating.

Also, the food looked and smelt very well, when she put it into her mouth, she found it quite tasteless and hard to swallow.

Florence only took a few bites, and then she put down the fork and knife.

Stanford looked at her with concern. “What’s up? Don’t you like the food?”

Florence nodded. “Is it cooked by a foreign chef? Probably I’m not used to it.”

As she spoke, she was about to stand up and leave.

Stanford said, “Flory, wait a minute.”

He waved, and then those maids came over to the table with plates one after another.

They put the dishes in front of Florence, which were all Chinese style.

Florence gaped, looking at Stanford in surprise.

Stanford explained, “I’m not sure what food is your favorite, so I asked the chefs to cook a lot of different styles of dishes. Please go head pick up the ones you like. If you don’t like any of them, we can change it into another dish.”

Florence was so surprised and didn’t know what to do.

She wondered if Stanford meant that there were dozens of chefs in the kitchen, who had made the dishes for breakfast at the same time and waited in a line. As soon as she didn’t like any dish, there would be a replacement.

In that case, the dishes prepared could be more than those served in a royal banquet.

Her mouth corner twitched. Florence didn’t know what to say, but she felt warmth in her heart.

For so many years, nobody had been caring about her so much. She wondered if the feeling that being doted was the feeling of having an older brother.

Although it was way too exaggerated, she felt not bad.

“I like Chinese dishes, better a bit spicy,” Florence took the initiative to tell Stanford.

This was the first time that she had taken the initiative to inform him something.

Stanford was overjoyed. Waving his hand, he said to the maids, “Come on. Change them into spicy dishes for breakfast.”

Soon, the maids came over in a line and replaced the all dishes in front of Florence.

Almost all the new dishes were her favorite.

If it weren’t that she was in this magnificent dining room, Florence would feel like being at her own house.

“TSK. TSK. That’s something! It turned out that you were not aloof before, Stanford. It was because you didn’t have a younger sister,” Collin clicked his tongue and said, almost suspecting that the Stanford in front was a different person.

He also couldn’t help wondering if he would dote his younger sister so much if he had one.

Then he decided to stop imagining ... he didn’t even have parents. How could he suddenly have a younger sister?