Baron Lawrence couldn't believe it.
It seemed that he had been too indulgent with her recently, and this woman had started to become brazen again! She expected him to serve the thank-you dinner himself!
Enna Clark didn't pay attention to him and turned back to the pot.
This woman!
Baron Lawrence called out to her discontentedly, "Enna Clark!"
The woman, busy adding salt to the soup, pretended not to hear.
Baron Lawrence narrowed his eyes, suppressing the small flames of anger that emerged. Somehow, his annoyance dissipated as he watched her bustling around in the kitchen. His heart felt enveloped by something soft, leaving him with a warm, indescribable feeling.
The warmth made him want this woman even more.
He frowned, glancing at the dishes on the marble countertop and then back at the busy little woman's figure. With closed lips, he silently moved past her, carrying the dishes out of the kitchen.
