Chapter 39: Chapter 39: Let’s Have a Meal Together
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“Hmm!” Enna Clark couldn’t help but widen her eyes and struggle.
What a beast!
Didn’t they agree that he wouldn’t touch her unless she was willing?
Baron Lawrence seemed to see through what she was thinking, raised his head, his domineering thin lips touched hers and said, “I just promised not to do it with you before you are unwilling, didn’t say I wouldn’t hold you, kiss you.” “How can you…” like that?
Before Enna finished speaking, her red lips were already blocked. Baron Lawrence seemed to vent all his anger on this kiss, sweeping every inch of space in her mouth, as if to swallow all her breath into his stomach!
It has to be said that his technique in this area was amazingly good.
Enna couldn’t compare with him. In a short while, she was breathless from the kiss, soft in his arms. The friction of their lips brought a tingling sensation. Her mind went blank…
At that moment.
“Ah,” she cried out in pain.
The man who had bitten her lips hard raised his head, seeing her small face wrinkled in pain, his noble handsome face showed a trace of pleasure.
Emma, he is sick!
Enna covered her lips to prevent him from biting her again.
Baron Lawrence was obviously pleased with her small movements. His last bit of anger disappeared, and with a lazy smile, he said, “Enna, I’m hungry.” “…” She didn’t understand.
“I said I’m hungry.” Baron Lawrence pinched her chin, his finger rubbing her slightly red lips after the kiss, eagle eyes full of possessiveness, “Feed my stomach, or feed my body.”
Feeding his body… the meaning was self-evident.
Enna didn’t hesitate to jump up, flustered, “What do you want to eat? I’ll go buy it.”
What kind of reaction was that!
Baron Lawrence was momentarily unhappy, but thinking about getting to eat Enna’s cooking afterward, his mood inexplicably improved, and he listed a long string of dishes.
Enna was dumbfounded: what was cheese escargot? And what was red wine with three tastes of duck? She hadn’t heard of any of them.
“I don’t know how to make these. If you want to eat them, you can ask the chef at home to cook it.”
There were no less than ten top chefs in Baron Lawrence’s villa. If he really wanted to eat these, one phone call would bring them over.
It was not that she didn’t want to cook, but that she didn’t know how to.
You don’t even know how to make these? What has this woman been eating for the past five years abroad? He frowned, not very happy, “What can you do?”
“Tomato scrambled eggs.” This was Bobby’s favorite dish, and her best. Thinking of Bobby, Enna glowed, her eyes shining brightly.
Baron Lawrence couldn’t help but want to pull her back into his arms and love her deeply, but his stomach was indeed hungry, “What else?”
Enna listed a few more home-cooked dishes.
The man on the sofa gestured grandly, “Just do these. There are vegetables in the fridge, and if they’re not enough, ask the servant to accompany you downstairs to buy more.”
“Call me when it’s ready.”
With that, he got up and went into the study.
Downstairs supermarket.
Enna, accompanied by a servant, went shopping for the ingredients she needed for tonight’s dinner.
The servant looked at her with admiration the whole time.
Miss Clark was amazing, she had never seen anyone able to retreat unscathed under the Lord’s anger. Moreover, Miss Clark even shouted at the Lord! She dared to shout at the Lord! So MAN!
Enna had no idea that she was being admired. She pondered the dishes she was going to cook tonight and looked up at the adoring servant beside her. “Um, can you help me buy some minced meat? I’m going to get winter melon.” PS:
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