My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 592

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!

There were ten plus bland vegetables, and none of them was the same.

He couldn’t help but praise their chef, what a good job.

He just only came back to his senses, realizing why Florence had said that they hadn’t prepared extra dishes and for him to eat casually.

She had made ten plus of bland vegetable dishes just for Ernest!

Collin looked at Stanford’s uncomfortable expression, the smile on his face turned bigger.

He said smilingly, “It’s rare to see Stanford with such an unappetizing look, I suddenly have a great appetite for this big meal.”

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

But when he saw the dishes on the table, his expression had been almost no different from Stanford.

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

Collin was dejected and was just getting ready to find a reason to slip off, but he hadn’t thought that Stanford would come back at this time.

He suddenly felt full of appetite.

Stanford’s face darkened again, facing this whole table of unappetizing dishes, added with a gloating bastard mocking him.

Did he intend to die?

Florence stood at the side, feeling a little embarrassed.

When she instructed the dishes, she intended only to take care of Ernest’s injuries. She hadn’t considered that there would suddenly be two more people to feed.

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

“No need for that.”

Stanford said with a deep voice, his cold and dangerous gaze shot towards Ernest who was sitting by the side.

His voice carried an unconcealed hostility, “My sister is someone that loves spicy food, even she is willing to accompany Mr. Hawkins to not take spicy food. It would be nothing for me to also eat this, right?”