Enna Clark looked at the insulated container tossed aside. Although she couldn't hide her disappointment, she knew that getting Baron Lawrence to eat her noodles which had become slightly greasy was indeed a challenge.
However, failing just once was acceptable to her. If worst came to worst, she could find another opportunity to bring him back to the villa and cook for him on the spot.
The appearance of a freshly made dish would certainly be better than one that had been stewing in an insulated container for a while, and he would most likely eat it.
But...
Enna took the knife and fork, her gaze still shifting to the side.
The fruits of her labor from the morning were wasted just like that, and no matter what, she felt a sense of loss.
