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Enna Clark clenched her fist, then loosened it, loosened it and tightened it again. She finally prepared herself mentally and took a deep breath, resigned to her fate, “I’ll cook, wait a moment.”
For Bobby, she would endure it!
The kitchen had a sliding door. She took the groceries in, then closed the door. She walked to the window, took out her phone and slid to Tiffany Clifford’s number. She dialed-“Beep beep…”
After two beeps, the call was answered, “Hello, Enna?”
“Sister Tiffany, can you help me?”
“Can you pick up my son from the kindergarten for me?”
“Sure, just send me the kindergarten’s address.”
Enna hesitated for a moment, feeling a bit embarrassed, but still spoke up, “If it’s possible, can I trouble you to take care of him for the night?”
She didn’t know when Baron Lawrence would leave.
In case Tiffany brought Bobby back in the evening and bumped into Baron Lawrence, it would be a disaster!
“Tonight? I’m going to dine at your Brother Smith’s house.”
“…is it not possible?” Enna’s heart sank.
She didn’t know many people in Capital City, and she had the best relationship with Tiffany.
She did not trust anyone else.
Tiffany thought for a moment and agreed readily, “It’s not impossible. I’ll just take your darling son with me. His parents like children anyway, and Tobias is so handsome, they will definitely like him!”
Enna was truly at her wit’s end and was extremely grateful, “Thank you, Sister Tiffany.”
“No problem, I’ll pick him up after work.” “Alright. I’ll send you the address on WhatsApp.”
Enna hung up the phone, immediately sent the kindergarten’s address, and thanked her again on WhatsApp. Just in case, she deleted all the messages.
After taking care of everything, her anxiety was relieved somewhat. She put away her phone, put on an apron, and began to cook.
In half an hour, she prepared simple dishes and a soup. She served themThe dishes were light and refreshing.
After serving the dishes, she carried the rice cooker out of the kitchen, saying as she did, “I made lettuce leaf porridge, please make do with it.”
Baron Lawrence stood up, pulled out a chair, and sat at the dining table. He glanced at the simple dishes, surprisingly without disdain. He picked up his chopsticks and had a bite.
Refreshing and invigorating, crucially served hot.
He narrowed his eyes, in a good mood.
For several months, he had been able to eat the meals she cooked every week, but even with the fastest plane, the food would be cold by the time it reached Yluria Country. Freshly cooked food was so much more enjoyable.
His tense jaw relaxed. He picked up a bowl and handed it to Enna, like the head of the family, “Serve me some rice.”
Enna just wanted to feed him quickly and get rid of him. She took the bowl, scooped some rice for him, and handed it back. Absentmindedly, she scooped half a bowl for herself and sat down.
Dinner was eaten without tasting the food. Baron Lawrence observed noble etiquette during meals and never talked. Enna had nothing to say either, so she quietly ate her food on the side.
Finally, the rice in her bowl was nearly finished, and another chopstick of vegetables was added.
The high and mighty Lord Lawrence actually served her food? Enna looked up in surprise, only to see the man’s handsome profile, as if the food hadn’t been served by him.
“What are you looking at? Eat.”
Enna lowered her head, silently ate the vegetables with her rice, and finished her bowl. She put down her chopsticks, and quietly said, “I’m full. President Lawrence, take your time..”