My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 839

“I don’t have any appetite. You guys enjoy.”

After saying that, Stanford Fraser marched off with a grave expression on his face.

His humongous back seemed to contain a suffocating, dangerous aura, and even the air itself had seemed to cool down because of his presence.

Even Florence Fraser was shaking with fear.

In the past two days, Stanford’s temper was too unpredictable. What was going on with him?

Ernest Hawkins studied Stanford’s back with a meaningful expression and his lips curled up slightly, but immediately after that he picked up some food with a calm demeanour and placed it on Florence’s plate.

Roan Jenkins looked at Florence with a worried look and asked, “Flory, is it fine that your brother doesn’t want to eat dinner?”

He just walked off without a word in another person’s home. Florence felt a little embarrassed for him too.

She nodded hastily and replied, “Don’t worry, maybe my brother has something he needs to attend to. Don’t mind me, let’s continue our meal.”

Roan stole glances at Stanford’s disappearing figure and could only shake his head.

That man was extraordinary and excellent in every way. Roan would even cower sometimes in his presence. However, the higher someone was in life, the more difficult that person would tend to me. That person would not be easy to talk to.

Luckily, the one Phoebe Jenkins had her eyes on was Collin Campbell, not the untouchable Stanford.

Anyway, not many people would reach his level.

“Wait, what did you want to say to me? Why did you suddenly praise Collin?”

Florence looked at Ernest with doubt and asked in a low voice.

Ernest was not someone who would just shoot the breeze to kill time, and he was certainly not someone who would shower praises onto just anyone.

There must be a reason behind his words.

It must be a reason Florence couldn’t fathom at the moment. She had a feeling that it had a lot to do with how Stanford had stormed off angrily.

Ernest stroked Florence’s hair and said with a smile, “You’ll know sooner or later. Just eat first, the food is getting cold.”

As he said that, he shoved a few spoonful of food into her plate.

Without her realizing, her plate was already a mountain of food. It was full of food that she loved.

Florence glanced at her plate and then went on to lower her head to start eating.

There was no point in her pursuing the matter once Ernest wasn’t ready to share. Since he told her that she would know anyway, all she had to do was wait.

After all, Ernest always had a reason whenever he did something.

She trusted him.

They finally began to dig into their plates and besides Ernest, everyone else seemed to have lost some of their appetite.

Different thoughts were playing in their minds.

Phoebe would steal glances in the direction where Stanford had left, and her heart was in a turmoil now as if a million strings were broken and tangled with each other.

Earlier on, her father had stated his intention of giving his blessing to her and Collin, but why did Stanford storm off with such a cold expression at the exact moment?

Was it because he didn’t want to listen to that kind of nonsense, or was it because…

There were a few thoughts in her mind, but she didn’t dare to settle on any assumption.

Collin was especially devoid of any appetite as he barely put anything into his mouth.

He had a feeling that his life was on the line here.

He had completely offended Stanford, and all of a sudden he was standing opposite to Stanford as his love rival.

At the same time, that young master seemed to unable to comprehend his own anger. Anyhow, he was completely upset. In this situation, Collin couldn’t even try to argue and explain. He was a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.