Is it already noon?
Enna Clark reflexively glanced at the quartz watch hanging on the wall.
Only then did she realize that the hour hand was pointing at 12. Indeed, it was already noon.
She said embarrassingly, "I was so busy just now that I forgot to pay attention to the time. Did you order these?"
"Who else do you think would have ordered them?" the cold man handed her the chopsticks, "Eat."
Enna Clark incredulously swept her gaze over the homely dishes laid out on the table, hardly believing that he was the one who ordered them.
Baron Lawrence usually preferred Western food almost always eating steaks, salads, and the like, or if not, French cuisine.
This sort of down-to-earth home cooking was rarely seen in his order.
She dizzily took the chopsticks and sat down.
As soon as her butt touched the couch, a cup of water was pushed in front of her, "Honey water, drink it after eating."
"..." Enna's heart warmed, and she nodded, "Okay."
