Chapter 41 - 41: Enna Clark, are you a pig?
“Sorry for the wait.” At the checkout counter, the servant had been waiting for a while. As soon as Enna Clark arrived, she apologized to her and pulled out her card to hand over to the cashier.
“Your total is 5-475 dollars, and you have 149,994 dollars left in your card.
Here’s your receipt, please keep it safe.”
The grocery card still had a balance of 148,500 dollars!
Meanwhile, the card she used to support her family had only a pitiful three-digit balance.
The gap between the rich and the poor in society was too wide. Just thinking about it made Enna feel so oppressed! She wished she could just bite some wicked capitalist!
She took her card from the cashier, carefully stowing it away. She feared that if she lost it by accident, she wouldn’t be able to pay off the debt even if she sold herself.
When she got home.
Enna came out to fetch some spring onions, only to hear Baron raising his voice in the living room. She couldn’t help but sneak a peek, admitting that the saying ‘A man working seriously is the most handsome’ was true.
Baron Lawrence sat on the couch, the morning light illuminated his sword-like eyebrows. His long eyes concealed a sharpness, thin lips slightly pursed, a distinct and angular silhouette, a tall yet not rough figure… He was like a hawk in the night, cold, proud, resolute, yet forceful. His lone stance exuded the dominion of one who stood above all.
“I don’t want to hear excuses, explanations are something a kindergarten teacher should do. I’m giving you three days. If you continue to fail, you can all roll back to kindergarten!”
What a temper…
She shook her head and took her eyes off him, opening the fridge to take out what she needed.
When living abroad, she always cooked for herself. After Bobby was born, she juggled cooking for Bobby and working. This developed her skill of cooking swiftly. In less than half an hour, she had made two dishes and a soup, and also mixed a carrot salad.
“Dinner’s ready.”
Smelling the aroma of the food, Baron Lawrence closed his laptop. He sat at the dining table, waiting for Enna to get him a hot towel to clean his hands.
However, Enna didn’t know about his princely habits. Once the hot meal was served, she started dishing out her own serving. Seeing him not moving, she asked curiously, “Aren’t you going to wash your hands?”
“In a bit!”
Forget it!
He should have known better than to expect this woman to understand how to cater to a man!
Baron Lawrence tightened his lips and stormed off to the bathroom in a huff.
“Wonder what set him off this time…” Enna muttered unknowingly. She had gotten used to Baron Lawrence’s bad temper, so she didn’t think much of it. After filling his bowl with rice, she went back to clean the kitchen.
When she came out after washing her hands, there was an extra bowl of rice on the table, set beside his seat.
Did Baron Lawrence serve her rice?
“What are you standing around for? Come have your meal.” Seeing her come out, the elegantly dining man glanced at her, with an air of superiority. Enna snapped back to reality and vehemently scorned herself internally.
God, she was really losing her mind.
She was the one who shopped for groceries and cooked. All Baron Lawrence did was serve her rice, what was there to be moved about?
Baron Lawrence pushed the bowl of rice to her, “Here, eat.’
He was of noble birth, receiving top-notch aristocratic education from childhood. He followed the principle of ‘silence while eating and sleeping,’ dining quietly and elegantly. Even simple home-cooked meals looked like they were gilded when placed before him, exuding an air of luxury.
Enna was indeed hungry and didn’t make a fuss. She picked up the bowl and started eating.
By the time Baron Lawrence put down his chopsticks, she was already ladling herself a second bowl.
“Enna, are you a pig?”
“Huh…” Enna looked up, bewildered.
Baron Lawrence shot her a glance, his lips pursed, “Never mind.” Let her be a pig, after all, he could afford to keep her!
He pushed back his chair, gracefully rose, “I’m going to take a bath first.”
He insulted her out of blue, and then just dropped the topic. Does he have a screw loose?!
Thinking of Auntie Merry’s warnings about him, Enna couldn’t help but feel more depressed.
Baron Lawrence was indeed crazy, right?
He had serious paranoia and a bad temper.
Seeing his retreating figure, she decided to convert her sorrow into appetite, and served another bowl of rice for herself..