Enna Clark was led by him all the way up to the second floor.
He didn't bother opening the door properly and just kicked it open.
Enna pitied the exquisite door and glared at him, "Can't you just open the door nicely?"
She could have helped him open it if he couldn't. Why did he have to be so rough in kicking it open?
"Stop nagging." Baron Lawrence's nerves were stretched thin from exhaustion. If she weren't by his side, his temper would be even worse.
He entered the bedroom first, took off his tie, grabbed a brand-new bathrobe from the closet, and headed for the bathroom. He instructed her without looking back, "Enna, I'm going to take a shower. Find a book and read it to me later."
"Yes, yes, Old Master."
Baron Lawrence was too tired to argue with her about the "Old Master" title and walked into the bathroom.
Soon, the sound of rushing water came from the bathroom."
Enna did as she was told and started looking for a book in the room.
