Baron Lawrence directly pushed aside the bag she handed to him, overbearing and dominant, "I want you to feed me!"
"You have hands, you can hold it and eat it yourself." Enna Clark firmly refused to feed him again, realizing that if she continued to feed him, what would be eaten would be more than just cookies.
Baron Lawrence's brows furrowed, clearly unhappy. Enna pretended not to notice, seeing that he wouldn't take it himself, she thought of a compromise, taking a cookie and holding it to his mouth, "I'll feed, eat."
Baron Lawrence's eyes narrowed, his handsome face tense, as if he didn't plan to eat.
Enna had already made up her mind that if he didn't eat, so be it. Just as her hand was getting numb from holding it and was about to withdraw, the man with the tight face and glowering at her opened his thin lips, bit the cookie and started eating.
