Chapter 601: Enna Clark Makes a Final Decision
This was a joke he saw in a humor brain-teasing book, where the insinuation was that shooting a wolf referred to a pervert, and shooting a ghost to a sexual deviant. He didn’t believe the man next door could answer it!
Enna Clark also understood the trap in this brain teaser, and couldn’t help but marvel at how mischievous her Bobby was.
Baron Lawrence didn’t flinch, “I’d shoot you.”
Why wasn’t he playing by the rules? Bobby got anxious and shouted, “I’m not on the bridge, there are only wolves and ghosts on the bridge, not me.”
“Do I need to remind you that when you asked the question, you said that you were walking on a bridge alone after a full meal at night?”
“I was referring to you!” Bobby, who was just five years old and unable to deal with such sophistry, was even more frustrated, “I was talking about you, not me. It’s you who’s walking alone on the bridge!” He didn’t say anything about overeating, that was a fabrication by the dubious man.
Baron Lawrence’s glare revealed a trace of malice, his hands casually stuffed into his pockets, looking terribly cool, “I heard it was you walking alone on the bridge.”
“Me!” Bobby, frustrated to the point of grinding his teeth, knew Baron was doing it on purpose, but couldn’t find a reason to rebut him. He was so flustered and annoyed that he turned to Enna Clark on the side who was caught in the crossfire, and tattled, “Woman, he’s picking on me!”
Enna Clark, who had witnessed the whole incident, watched as her son attempted to prank his father, only to have things backfire. She rarely saw her genius son, Bobby, cowed , and couldn’t help but smile, playing the role of the peacemaker, “Alright, let’s all sleep together tonight.” After all, the three had not shared a bed yet.
Two rejections, in unison.
One from Bobby, one from Baron Lawrence.
Enna Clark pretended not to hear and patted Bobby’s back, “If you want to go to bed, you must take a bath first. Let’s go, Bobby, I’ll help you bathe.”
Baron Lawrence’s handsome face darkened!
This woman, her audacity was growing, he had said no and she dared ignore him!
Not only did Enna Clark ignore him, but she completely dismissed him, pushing Bobby into the bathroom in the bedroom and slamming the door shut, leaving his obviously displeased gaze on the outside.
She then happily turned up the corners of her mouth, turned on the shower, set it aside to let hot water spill out, grabbed a small chair and sat down nearby, asking Bobby, “Do you need help with your clothes?”
“…I can do it myself.”
Bobby, now already five years old, had a basic understanding of gender differences. Now whenever Enna helped him bathe, he would feel awkward. After fumbling for a while, he still couldn’t take off his clothes. He seemed to think for a moment and turned to Enna, “Woman, I’ll wash myself.”
“Why though?” Enna grabbed the shower gel, oblivious to his discomfort.
Tobias Clark clutched his clothes. He wanted Enna to help him bathe but was too shy to undress in front of her. He stumbled around before finally mumbling, “Cause I’m all grown up now.”
“Even if you’re grown up, you still need to bathe, or no girls will like you.” Enna decisively stripped him of his clothes and trousers and let him sit in the small tub. She used the shower to rinse his body, then rubbed him with fragrant shower gel and used a small towel to lather him up.
Bobby turned his head away coolly, grunting, “I don’t want those noisy creatures to like me.”
At the same time, he subconsciously closed his eyes in enjoyment, relaxing his body.
He just liked it when his woman gave him baths–they smelled so nice and made him feel so comfortable.