Baron Lawrence slowly finished his meal, elegantly wiped the corner of his mouth, and put down his chopsticks, "The cooking is not bad."
Enna Clark felt no pleasure from being praised. As she cleaned up the tableware, she said, "It's already late, when do you plan to leave, President Lawrence?"
"Did I say I was leaving?" Baron Lawrence was in a good mood, not paying attention to her trying to rush him out.
Although she was prepared for this, hearing him say that he wasn't leaving tonight made Enna's heart sink. Biting her lip, hesitatingly, she said, "Isn't it not right for you to stay, President Lawrence?"
"What's wrong with it?"
"You still have work to do, and my place is too noisy, I'm afraid it might disturb you. Also, my sofa is too small, you can't sleep on it."
